Navigating the Waters of Turning 60: A Journalist's Personal Reflection
For several days, I attempted to avoid this moment, hoping birthday wishes might make it disappear. I even pretended to forget—not once, but twice. Yet, with all the attention surrounding the Big Six Oh, I committed to sharing my thoughts. The challenge is, I have more than a few thoughts and fears, and perhaps I should keep them private. Somehow, I've become a senior citizen, and it feels like wading into choppy, uncertain waters.
How Did This Happen So Soon?
It doesn't sound right, and it certainly doesn't sit comfortably. Are we now discussing Seniors Cards and discounted rail fares? It seems like only yesterday I teased my father about his cheap train trips to the Blue Mountains and back. But that can't be, because Dad is no longer here, and honestly, I resemble the older version of him more with each passing year.
Turning 50 wasn't like this. Sixty feels like a much larger number, accompanied by significant questions. At 50, no one asks if you're considering retirement. Now, many are asking, and I'm questioning myself: What now? What next? What if I do retire? What if I don't?
The Silver-Haired Lining in the Stormy Cloud
If there's a positive aspect to this senior milestone, it has been the overwhelming reaction from family, friends, and viewers. While dodging this assignment, I've been enveloped in a big birthday embrace. My wife and sons created a wonderful fuss, and my workmates went above and beyond. I cherished a beautiful birthday dinner with my mum, and kind viewers sent messages of solidarity and support, making it feel like we're ageing together, growing wiser along the way.
Thus, it has been a genuine celebration, cleansing and even illuminating. Big birthdays serve as major milestones that prompt deep reflection. I love my position and work, recognizing my luck, but I know I can't stay there forever. When you start pondering the time left, time itself must be handled with care.
Future Aspirations and Courageous Steps
I've always dreamed of climbing mountains, swimming in distant seas, and relaxing in pubs far from home—free from email, deadlines, and worries. So, when does that journey begin? Big steps require substantial courage, but it's comforting to know many others have stood at this same crossroad.
I hope my direction isn't dictated by age but by attitude. I'm somewhat fit and very fortunate. My boys are now young men, mostly independent. I've built a life and a family; what should I build next? I don't have a definite answer yet. The best advice I've read is to let go of who you thought you were supposed to be and choose deliberately who you want to be next. So, if I'm brave, soonish, it could mark a brand new beginning.
