I turned 60 a few days ago. How about that? Sixty. 21,900 days. I am likely about 2/3 the way through my imagined years. I don’t often think about measuring time, but significant birthdays have a way of making more obvious the ways we keep our time.
As friends and family called to celebrate with me, many asked, “how does it feel to be 60?” I thought about this as the events of the day unfolded—the alarm went off, the dogs whined to go out and then waited expectantly for their breakfast. There was a 9 a.m. meeting and another in the afternoon. Work beckoned, reports were due, and the grass needed mowing. FaceTime chats, phone calls, and text messages came through. I was graced with cards, a few lovely gifts, and a weekend away. There were moments of frustration and satisfaction, miscommunication and clarity, tension and ease. The day itself was exceptional and normal.
So, how does turning 60 feel? Surprising.
Surprising because even as my exterior shows the wear and tear from years of living, my insides refuse to acknowledge the rapid progress of the journey. I am not surprised to have lived this long. Nor is it surprising to have lived through pain and reveled in the joy that these decades have brought—we are promised both. When I look at the family portraits or page through the family photo albums, I am not surprised to see how babies have grown into adults. I am not surprised by the face reflected in the mirror even if she doesn’t match with the image I still expect to see. Yet, 60 is surprising in its call to clarity. It’s a little like the day I put prescription glasses on for the first time and was able to see the exceptional, intricate weave of the fabric that made up the blouse I was wearing.
I remember anticipating 40, and then 50. Those numbers came alongside careful and frenetic tending to the growth and needs of others—the needs of children and parents and event planning that reflected a life of deep connection to loved ones and the benchmarks that caring for them provided. 60 simply snuck up on me because for several years now, rather than tending to the daily schedules and needs of a family, I have been free to explore learning, a career, new surroundings, and new hobbies.
This decade has been wildly full. Full of loss—a marriage, a mother, the inability to protect those I love. This decade has also been wildly full of joy and growth. New beloved ones, new roles and titles (Mimi is my favorite). Unlike earlier seasons, there has been time to expand. To grow in strength and vulnerability, to be stretched in confidence and fragility, to seek self-knowledge and forgiveness, and to discover the importance of self-love.
It is surprising that in the most reflective decade of my adult life, I barely noticed the passing of time.
In the book of Ecclesiastes, the Bible tells us that “there is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens.” (Ecc 3:1)
I remember, as a pie-eyed girl, writing the passage into a card when a friend was carrying a burden. I’m sure I included something like, “this too shall pass,“ and other platitudes intended to comfort. What did I know?
Turning 60 illuminates a point-in-time awareness that all the time we have spent collecting and accomplishing will soon meet a sort of waning. There is a growing cognizance that not all we dreamt of will happen. That days truly are numbered. There is magnified recognition that the 30 or so years that remain (if one is blessed with continued good health) prompt a surprising invitation toward clarity about how the time will be kept. Which currency will be given in these remaining 11,000 days?
The passage in Ecclesiastes does not offer pie-in-the-sky platitudes I claimed as a young girl. The Teacher in Ecclesiastes shows that we are “subject to times and changes over which we have little or no control, and contrasts this with God’s eternity and sovereignty.”* In this in-between space, hopeful longings come alongside the possibility of its exceptional and normal opposite. We have lived long enough now to find God in both—to see an intricate weave in the fabric.
Life and death
Planting and uprooting
Killing and healing
Tearing down and building up
Weeping and laughing
Mourning and dancing
Scattering and gathering
Embracing and refraining
Searching for and giving up
Keeping time and throwing it away
Tearing apart and mending together
Silence and speaking
Loving and hating
War and peace
These in-between days, the days between life and death, war and peace, keep the time—the surprising, exceptional normalcy of moments. There were years during which so much was happening, keeping and noticing the moments seemed impossible. And maybe it was. Yet, those years are not these years, and this is the surprise. Keeping time, throwing it away, and noticing the weave of it all. God makes all things beautiful in its time.
*The NIV Study Bible notes, p 988
Jill English is an avid encourager of humans and lover of words. She is most at home out-of-doors, and in particular, while walking any beach. Her most magical moments involve being Grammy to two remarkable grandchildren, and Mom to their lucky parents. As a discerner of call in higher theological education, her favorite conversations involve connecting the sacred dots of everyday life and faith. Jill lives in Grand Rapids, MI with two small, elderly pups.
Belated happy birthday, Jill. I recently turned 70 and I resonate with so much of what you have written. I do look forward with optimism that the best is yet to come. Aging is a reminder to me to look closely at the intricate weave of life–and also to look at the magificence of all creation, so that I don’t get caught up in some minutiae that does not really matter.
Thank you, Madeline. I often need the reminder to keep the long view! I am grateful for your words and encouragement.
Thank you for sharing your love of words and life, Jill. This human, who is nearer to 70 than 60, is encouraged by your presence here in the Red Tent.
Likewise, friend! Thank you for your comment and your encouragement!
I turn 60 in a month. I will enter it with the loss of a 30 year marriage and my mother. I am so aware of what is waning and dreams that will not come to pass. You so eloquently put into words what I could not. I feel seen. Thank you for that!
I am grateful that my words resonate with you in this season, Roby. I am also sorry for the losses you have experienced in this decade. May this birthday be a gift of hopeful transition for you as you look ahead to the coming year and decade. Peace, hope, and joy to you.
Jill – Such a beautiful tribute to your turning 60 and your contemplation of the time that has passed and the time that remains. I loved how you wrote about the first time you wore your prescription glasses and noticed the intricate weave of the fabric. Yes! Aging is like that. We notice more of the intricacies of life as you so nicely wrote at the end, “and noticing the weave of it all.” I’m glad that you are stepping into your remaining years with expectation and anticipation. As always, Jill, powerfully written. Blessings to you!
Thank you, Barbara! Looking forward to reading some of your words again soon!
Eloquently written. Deep and meaningful. Beautiful, painful, joyful… Everything you are, dedicated and persevering.
So, so profound and engaging, my friend! Thank you for these words to my heart today! I just entered my 7th decade—and it invites a growing wonder and gratitude!! ❤️