Sixty, the new Forty?

Gads! I hope NOT!.

At 40, I was supporting my teenage daughter alone; I was in love with a man who was destined to die. I was poor.

I love being 60 - my daughter is successful; I have great friends; I love writing; I've advanced in my profession.

The only reason that "they" want us to think that 60 is the new 40 is to get us to work another twenty years.

I want the next 20 years to be MY years - to write, to read, to travel, to make new friends. I don't want to go back, even to be 40.

I just want to move forward.