Y​ou guys, I get to be sixty! Aging isn’t acknowledged, embraced, or celebrated in our culture. About twenty years ago, I fell into the trap of vague age-ery. I removed the year from my birthday on social media and became a master at deflecting the question, “How old are you?” I’ve had gray hair for a decade; I don’t hide the physical signs of maturing, but I never thought I would announce my age on social media either.

I’m SIXTY, man!

My body can do anything I ask it to do. I have a rewarding acupuncture practice that is like caring for family rather than work. I live in a small town that feels like home. I have true friends. Adventures are abundant and a priority. My daughters grew up to be beautiful kind souls. I watch them with great pride. We laugh. A lot. Life is perfect.

The last year taught us that the world could turn upside-down and inside-out at any moment. A lot of people don’t get to turn sixty. Life is precious. These facts lend perspective; every single day is a gift. Every birthday is a reminder that we had 365 days, 8,760 hours, or over half a million minutes to LIVE OUR BEST LIVES! Celebrate! Celebrate the years lived and the years to come!

I’m sitting in an Airbnb in Hot Springs, Arkansas, looking at the forest from a deck off my bedroom. I’m sipping coffee made with magic mountain water. My daughters are here, and we will explore a crystal quartz mine today. Sixty, we are going to have a blast. We are off to an excellent start!

📷Moonbeam