I turned 60 last year. It was not a big deal to me. I didn’t want a big party and everyone in my circle knows I hate surprises. I actually felt the same when I turned 50. Those birthdays were milestones to me for the mere fact that I was still around to celebrate them.

Being 60 years old made me realize how lucky I was to still be here with the people I love. Oh but then it also had this other amazing effect.

It gave me a power I never knew existed inside of me. A confidence that eluded me for so long. When I was younger, and I think many women have gone through this phase, you worry what people think of you. I’m not sure why, but damn, it did. If someone didn’t like me, I had to know what I did wrong not to get their approval. Was it something I said? Did I look at them the wrong way? Yeah, pretty dumb right. Then it occurred to me. Maybe it was just them!

In another post I mentioned how much I don’t care what people think of me anymore. Actually I said I don’t give a crap. I learned not everyone will like you. That’s a good thing since I know I don’t like everybody myself. I am one of the older women in my work area. I don’t look my age nor do I feel it. Turning 60 made me more independent of others opinions.

Think what you want. Talk what you want. Sixty one is right around the corner. That just adds up to another year of “Really people, I just don’t give a crap!”