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How old is old, really?

As she celebrates her 60th birthday, Rona Maynard talks about the reality of "old."

Updated:
2010-06-02 14:53
Published:
2010-05-31 15:04
By:
Rona Maynard
60th birthday

There's nothing familiar about turning 60

When I was a hesitant 29, faking poise with a sale-rack suit and a new briefcase, I used to wonder, How old is grown up? I hoped to cross that threshold at 30, but my birthday flew by in a barrage of projects. I noticed one change: a longer to-do list. I still hadn't claimed that era's trophies of success - a secretary and a Dictaphone. I still lived in a house with no living room furniture. So why all the hype about turning 30?

For the better part of three decades, I've been shrugging off milestone birthdays. Forty: eclipsed by my mother's death two weeks earlier. Fifty: an excuse to squeeze a girlfriends' lunch between my morning and afternoon meetings. Then, last October, I turned 60. I marked the day with my first birthday bash since primary school, but I hated to leave my fifties. Oh, what a glorious decade - like the forties, with more confidence and savvy. Let me tell you, there's nothing familiar about 60.

Age: Just a number - or more?

"Age is just a number," people say. I've probably said it myself. But, at 60, I am now twice 30 - the age at which, in the parlance of my flower-power youth, a person can no longer be trusted. At 60, I wonder if I can trust myself to navigate the years ahead with the same emotional tool kit that had seen me through my rapidly dwindling middle age. I face a perplexing, even shocking new question: "How old is old?" Emotionally speaking, this latest birthday has flipped me upside down, swung me by the feet in a stiff wind and deposited me back on terra firma unsure just where I'm bound.

At least I'm in glamorous company: Meryl Streep and Twiggy, also 60, and Helen Mirren, at 64, are putting the sex appeal in sexagenarian. Looking at their life-burnished faces, I'm tempted to believe the rah-rah slogan (more than 400 million Google citations), "60 is the new 40!" But I know better. My bum knee and complaining shoulder won't allow me to forget. Sixty is the boundary between thinking I have forever to do my growing up, and accepting the fact that I don't.

You might think I'd be a full-fledged adult at this advanced age, but I haven't quite lost the goofiness of girlhood. I still reach for the wrong fork at the occasional candlelit table, still replay awkward conversations and realize too late what I should have said. I still walk down busy streets smiling at my own private jokes, while passersby wonder what's got into me.

Next page: My days belong to me, but won't last forever.

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Comments

  • Eleanor99's avatar Eleanor99 wrote:

    2010-08-10 10:12 PM

    I turn 60 in two wk... there I said it out loud!...God does that hurt... now I get to enjoy old age pensions and one foot in the grave. Added to the aging thing, I recenly moved into a seniors home. The women are hovering around 85+ so I basically am the " Miley Cyrus" of the group. I am trying to be positive but, its true we were the generation who said don't trust anyone over 30. Well, at least I don't look as bad as Keith Richards yet.
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