Sixty years can’t be a perfect age. Because after all, it’s … 6 0.
I never imagined that I could ever reach such an ancient bone-chilling spine-humping, arthritically-challenging age.
And why would I want to?
60 means death and neutrality. Yes, that’s the word. By the time a person reaches 60, she’s neutral.
Blank.
Close to negative.
Uncool.
Un…I could add a hundred “un’s,” but suddenly what comes to mind is UNCOMPROMISING. Continue reading