You are
invited to join me on a journey into my seventies. Thirty-seven days from now I will celebrate
the beginning of my next decade. Ten
years ago, I kept a journal of my 59th year in preparation for
turning sixty. Sixty sounded very old
then. I had no idea that in my sixties,
I would travel to Cuba, I would bicycle in New Zealand, France, Italy, Switzerland,
Spain, Denmark, Ireland and more, that a child of mine would publish a book and
another give us two grandsons. I didn’t
know I would study beginning Spanish or still be working at a job I love after
27 years. I certainly didn’t expect to replace a knee. I didn’t know that I would have to give up
gluten for the rest of my life.
So what
will the 70’s bring? Sure, some sad
things—a given as we age—but I will try to embrace change and appreciate each
day. A big order, but I’ll do my best.
Over the
years, I’ve published a lot of “personal” essays and even more travel articles
as an extracurricular activity. But this
is my chance to write what is important to me. I’ll let you know my triumphs and my low-points.
I’ll probably write about
my parents and being a parent. I’ll
write about the role exercise plays in my life and should play in yours. I’ll share my thoughts about ageing in the
workplace. I’ll report on my efforts to
catalogue my wrinkles. And more. Please stay tuned.