I woke up this morning and discover I am 60. I get out of bed and my legs still work - arms too. OK, I have a pain in my hip, but I had that when I was in my 50s. I get on the scale and I think I lost a pound or two. Maybe I am going to like being 60. I make coffee, but when I go to pour my first cup, I find nothing in the pot, I think I must be having a senior moment, but then realize that I hadn't seated the coffee pot correctly and all of my coffee is in the cutlery drawer.

My pets still seem to like me, especially when they think I am going to feed them or take them for a walk - just like yesterday when I was younger. My friends all send me George Bush and Dick Cheney birthday cards - do you think I was too passionate about my politics in my 50s? You ain't seen nothing yet!

Being one of those early baby boomers, I feel like I should be giving advice about turning 60, but, frankly, this is all new to me. I will let you know how it goes!

Gillian Parrillo
The Sacramento Executive