I celebrated my 60th birthday a month ago.  I can’t say it was a milestone that I was looking forward to reaching.  I grew up when the Beatles sang “When I’m 64..” when we all considered that unimaginably old!  It used to be that the one good thing about this landmark birthday was you got a free bus pass.  It seems that that too has changed.  What did I get to mark my 60th from officialdom?  A bowel cancer self test kit!!  I went straight to the cellar and broke out the Moet!  I can’t argue that they are not a good idea.  Bowel cancer is a preventable killer, and my own father died from it, but you certainly get a funny looks when you you show it to the driver of a number 64 bus. 

I’m lucky in belonging to a generation for whom 60 is not really that old.  I certainly have less hair, and it is somewhat greyer, but by and large, I’m still fit enough to enjoy the extra time and resources I have as my children begin to march into adulthood; two have now finished uni’ and the youngest has  only a year to go.

I’m wondering what advantages there are to being 60?  Is it really a big change or just another day?  I’d love to hear your thoughts and experiences.