60 to 180 in 60 Seconds
Hear me out... There’s a stubborn myth floating around that turning 60 is your cue to dim your light, lower your voice, and blend politely into the background. Apparently, this is when you’re meant to swap stilettos for flip-flops, trade your bold opinions for polite nodding, and plan your days around dinner at four and bed by nine. To that, I say: Nope. Have you seen the state of the world? What if - stay with me - you stopped playing the "good girl"? What if, instead of slowing down, you floored it, took your foot off the brake, and let that engine roar? What if those silver strands you’re sporting are how you radiate and shine? What if those fine lines are bold underlines beneath a life lived out loud: proof of belly laughs, bad decisions, great sex, heartbreak survived, and victories hard-won on the streets? This version of you is way more fun, but more importantly, she is empowered and powerful. You’ve developed that deliciously dangerous sense of humour that o...