If 60 is the new 40, and 40 is the new 20, what is 20?
I’ve been thinking a lot about numbers lately, especially the number 3. My first-born just turned three last week. I had been in a constant kind of Sesame Street trance, “The number of the day is 3!”
If someone ever told my teenage self, “You will have babies in your 40s.” I would’ve thought that person was nuts. But alas, I guess babies come into our lives when they are meant to.
In my novel, Summer of Firefly Memories, the main character (who is in her early 40s) goes off on a summer retreat, “to find herself” in a way. One reviewer asked me, “Isn’t she a little old to be finding herself?” All I could do was smile kindly and think, Wow, it must be nice to be 20.
I hope we’re never too old to find ourselves again, evolve, grow, reinvent…