There was probably a time in my life . . . before I had cancer, surely . . . when I might've been upset at the thought of turning 60. Or, at least, felt melancholy and pensive about it.
I say . . . BRING IT! MORE BIRTHDAYS!!!!
Tomorrow, when I wake up to my first day as a 60-year-old, I don't anticipate feeling any different or looking any different or acting any different than I do today -- my last day as a 59-year-old.
I plan to fling my arms wide to embrace the day . . . and enjoy every moment that comes my way.
Because living to celebrate another birthday is a gift.
And I am so happy to be here.
"I decided if you're lucky enough to be alive, you should use each birthday to celebrate what your life is about."