On Monday, 7 June, I turned 60 years old. And it was a good day. I celebrated.
The only traumatic birthday I think I have ever had was my 30th. Growing up in the 50s, teen years in the 60s and young adult in the 70s, the common mantra was Never Trust Anyone Over 30. On my birthday in 1980, I turned 30. I had become one of them. I had crossed to the dark side. I was now everything that my generation hadn’t trusted for all those years.
It eventually occurred to me that 30, like so many things, isn’t traumatic in and of itself. It’s what you make of it that counts. The reality is that I had survived long enough (that’s a different post all together!) to see another decade of my life begin. My 30th birthday was yet another major event in my life that helped coalesce ideas that I still hold to this day. Some amazingly simple conclusions included:
- People do not earn trust or distrust because of their age.
- Generalization of previous statement: people do not earn trust or distrust because of membership in any generalized grouping.
- Clarification of previous statement: organizations and corporations do not qualify as ‘generalized groupings.
Now, I didn’t come to these conclusions on the day after my 30th; it took a bit. But, once I did, I was no longer traumatized. At that point, I actually began looking forward to and enjoying my birthdays as I had when I was a kid. And the decade birthdays, you know – the ones ending in 0, were really exciting!!
By the time I got to 50, though, other people were beginning to question my sanity. (As surprised as you might be, thats not really the first time my sanity has been questioned.) How can you possibly be excited about turning 50?
To me it’s easy. It comes down to a matter of choices. You are either going to turn 50 or you’re not. But, the only way to not turn 50 is to die before you get there – and I didn’t consider that a good choice.
So, if you’re willing to stick around for it, you still have two choices. You can either be excited about it or you can bitch and moan about your age.
If you choose to bitch and moan about it, no one is going to want to spend your birthday with you. As a result, not only will you be unhappy, you’ll be alone.
If being alone and unhappy is not your preferred way to celebrate your birthday, then you are only left with
Get Older and Be Happy
What are your thoughts on birthdays? Any positive or negative experiences help influence your life?
No related posts.