I turned 60 this month. 60!!! Or as I came to call it: “F-ing 60!” When I say it out loud, I can’t believe it. For my entire life, I thought 60 meant old. Very old. Like, it’s just about over, old. I remember crying and begging my mom and dad at seven-years-old to sneak me into little league — which, they did. It feels like it was just yesterday that I had to make a decision at the kitchen table to not attend my junior year of high school due to a bone disease.