60 before 60

This is the year I turn 60. 6.0. The year in my teens and twenties that seemed eons away, and now here I sit on the cusp of what I like to refer to as “my next 30 years,” stolen from a favorite Tim McGraw song. Last year just before I turned 59 I decided I needed a list of things I have always wanted to do, or want to do again. I need a marker of where I want to be and where I want to go. As many my age probably do, I felt stuck. Not exactly unhappy, but not exactly happy either.

Have I ever been happy? Do I know what happiness is? I like to think I do, but here I am sitting 9 short months before 60 and wondering, am I? Have I been? Or maybe it’s not happiness I’m searching for maybe it’s contentment. Maybe it’s the thought of never doing or experiencing new things that has me feeling melancholy. Or maybe, it’s just the thought of 60.

I have started a list. And I have started a blog. I am adding and taking items off as I think of them and rethink them. The HOW of how I will accomplish my list is still as indesisive as I am. I have started this blog. It is on my list. I am on my way! Follow along if you like. I will post my list at some point, and ways I am completing it, pictures and stories of the adventures I seek (I can assure you there will be no sky diving or sailing of oceans). But there will be cooking, and crafts, hikes, and horses, traveling, and books….many many books. It will be a journey, a begining to what is probably an ending…my next thirty years!