So about that “big one” I mentioned yesterday. Gulp. I can barely type it because I truly can’t quite believe it: 6.0.
After I wrote the post I heard from lots of people telling me what they did —or are planning to do. Trips. Parties. Grading term papers. Ignoring it.
And everyone is wondering what I’m doing to celebrate mine. Friends. Family. And mostly me. I’ve been wondering—and discussing this—for months.
Birthdays are more important to me since I had cancer. They demand to be celebrated. I knew exactly what to do for the last big one. When I was going through cancer treatment, I promised myself if I survived to reach 50, I would throw a big party. And I did.
Now here I am and it’s 10 years later. Maybe I’m completely shocked to get here….or maybe I completely don’t identify with the number. Either way I am totally stuck on 60. I’m trying to come up with a creative idea. All I know for sure is that there will be chocolate.