The Beat Goes On - Not My Mother's SIXTIES!

Remember me? Here I am, thirty days closer to completing another trip around the sun, and 6 years after I faced my 60^th birthday and the angst I allowed it to create in my silly little brain. While I have blogged only occasionally since then, I can report that a lot has happened these past six years. Celebrations.  Break-ups.  Achievements. Health scares. Losses. Even the “R” word – retirement! 

-Salvaje- Hippie bike via photopin (license)

As the Big 6-6 approaches, I have realized that this entire decade deserves as much attention and reflection as did that milestone birthday. Hell, a few of my nieces and nephews are turning 60 now. It’s time for me – for us -  to celebrate The Sixties – not the era, but my adventures as a 21^st century sexagenarian. 

It won't be earth shaking or life changing, but perhaps my musings will evoke a memory of your own, or inspire you to reflect on the chapters of your story, and the cast of characters who have played a role in the person you are today. 

Tune in tomorrow for my first in a series of Not My Mother's Sixties blog posts. 

Hugs,
Paula