Today is my birthday. I’m sixty. Sixty freaking years old!! How the hell did that happen?
I keep reminding myself because I can’t believe it’s true. I feel 30 inside - except when I bend down, but that's not what we're talking about.
One morning I was in my 50’s and the next morning I wasn't.
I read a quote last week that resonated with me –
“The advice shouldn’t be to act your age. It should be to act your spirit. Your age may try to prohibit you from dancing like that, or starting over, or trying something new. But your spirit would never do such a thing.
If something feels aligned, your spirit wants you to go for it, whether you’re 15 or 85. Acting your age makes you fit in more, while acting your spirit will indeed cause you to stand out – in a bad way to people who act their age, but in an inspiring way to those who act their spirit.
Try acting your spirit from time to time, and you can see for yourself which path makes you feel more alive.”
Light Watkins
And that about sums it up for me. Outside I’m 60. Inside my spirit is in her 30’s.
Still full of dreams, aspirations, and goals. I want to sing songs and see the world. I want to love and be loved. Dance. Laugh a lot. I'm still that young woman inside and I'm sixty.
But Sixty is old. Isn't it? I mean, I was always told it was. I thought it was. But now that I'm here, I'm not so sure.
Is there an imaginary age line you pass that makes you old? Irrelevant? Past your expiry date?
So I asked myself, when I woke up this morning did I lose my voice? My sense of humour? My dreams?
No. I didn't.
So, why do I feel that I must call myself old when I don't feel it? Except when I bend down, but that's not what we're talking about.
What if I didn't limit myself? What if I continued to be me and be sixty? What if I continued to dream and live? What would that look like?
I'll tell you what it looks like. Wonderful.
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