While of course I'm not the first person to use this catchphrase, I can honestly say that there is no truer statement. Just a few weeks ago, I celebrated my 70th birthday. I really can't believe that's my age! I certainly don't feel it... I'm still the same girl I've always been.
If I enjoy where I am right now, my journey will be that much more exquisite. And as far as destination, there is none, really. As soon as we reach one milestone, we focus on new things that excite and inspire us.
183 years ago, on June 26th, 1830 -- at the age of 64 years, 10 months, and 5 days -- William IV became king upon the death of his older brother, George IV. (William IV is probably best known for being the uncle and predecessor of Queen Victoria.)
At midnight, we said goodbye to 2012 (and to my 40s) and awoke the next day eager to tackle the new year (and my next decade). I actually made it through my milestone without much anxiety or depression (until my friend pointed out that I am now closer in age to 65 than to 35).
This month something happened to me that had never happened before. Absolutely unprecedented. It may be accurate to say that what happened to me is infinitely preferable to the alternative. I turned seventy-five.
I have wondered why the White House hasn't been making some political hay over the success of the withdrawal timetable in Iraq. But I now see they wanted to roll this news out when people were actually paying attention.
At the same time that Senate Republicans are voicing disagreement over withdrawal timetables when it comes to Afghanistan, we are about to meet a big milestone in our withdrawal timetable for Iraq -- and it doesn't even rate a mention.