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 only arrives when you realise you’ve officially run out of fucks to give. You have nothing left to lose, and that is a powerful place to be to affect change.

We have to make things right. Silence is no longer an option, and playing into the system is merely compliance. For our daughters and our sons, let’s rewrite the old standards.

Imagine you’re in the driver’s seat of a slightly impractical, wildly fabulous convertible on a road with no speed limit.

• No Waze: You’re out there finding your own way to a new world.
• No indicators: You turn left because the road feels right.
• No apologies: You hit potholes head-on; your suspension is built from grit, scars, and sheer bloody resilience.

Windows down. Music loud. Hair wild and untamed. You’ve been to the workshop, and the upgrades are installed.

Retired? Please. More like tireless.

This time, it isn't about spreadsheets and school runs. It isn’t about clocking in or Zoom meetings. It’s full-blown Thelma & Louise energy - minus the cliff, and with better snacks, deeper humanity, unbridled passion, and taller tales.

Slowing down? Meh. Leaning into the curves? Mamma Mia.

So, slide that keffiyeh on, wrap your hands around the wheel, and feel that engine hum beneath your feet. The tank is full, the rules are meant to be challenged, and the world is finally... finally... yours to shape.

Are you ready to burn some rubber? You didn’t come this far to coast.

So... where are we driving first?