My first Saturday at being 60; it felt pretty much like the previous Saturday at 59. After all, I am only one week older. However, it is not the one week that changes things. It is the week-after- week-after-week that adds up to 52 and 104 and 156 and 520. That was a big number jump, yet that is exactly how it happens. One week turns into 520,10 years of weeks.
I have (this has been building, not just since 60) become increasingly aware of time and how we use it and lose it. When I was younger, I would occasionally toss around the old adage “I was just killing time” until I read a quote from Henry David Thoreau who said “You cannot kill time without injuring eternity.” I no longer use the afore mentioned adage. If I need to explain something using that concept, I say “I was FILLING time.” I definitely do not want to injure eternity, nor do I want to injure the present. Every moment matters. I am aging no more quickly now than I was 10 years ago. It just somehow seems to matter more. I choose to look at that as a gift of knowledge.