KB the day I turned sixty, I went scuba diving in the morning and horse back riding in the afternoon in Costa Rica. By the end of that year, 2013, I had trained for, and climbed, Kilimanjaro. It was the beginning of The Rest of My Life. There is something ancient and magnificent about the passage of a woman into her sixties. It is indeed the beginning of life. At this point, you pick up your staff- not a baton, but one of growing wisdom- and begin to truly make your way in the world. Keep us posted.