It’s hard to believe that I’m turning 75 years old.
Especially since I was born in 1960.
But I’ve decided to turn 75, rather than 60, next year.
What strange new eccentricity is this?
I’m motivated because:
- People reach their best at 75: wiser, calmer, more present. Today, I am an an easily distracted child of 59.
- The year-by-year slog to 75 sounds dreary. Why not beat the rush and be 75 now?
- If I’m 75 for fifteen years, I’m bound to get good at being 75.
- Early on, for at least the first five years, people will hear my age and say, “You look great.”
One concern: I’ll be married to someone a half-generation younger than I am. I’m worried I won’t be able to keep up.
Note: 75 is the diamond birthday (or anniversary). Please, no gifts.