I'm down to less than a week before my "Pushin' 60" becomes history--a thing I did once, an experiment. What started out as a hairbrained idea to spend my 60th birthday on the Appalachian Trail has grown and evolved and morphed into something I would never have anticipated. Not that it's over. Oh no! I'm still pushing each day. I have blogposts to write--lots to still say because I'm going to wrap the year all up in a bound book. I still have 4 books to read, 60 cookies to give to strangers, and some other stuff I'm keeping as a surprise. Oddly enough I'm hoping that by the time the commemorative day arrives I can basically ignore it. In this case, the journey has devoured the destination completely. The natural question my friends ask is "What next?" That is a GREAT question! We should ask that on a daily basis. Originally I thought I'd write a book--sort of a handbook for graying women. I'm no Nora Ephron, but I know there's an audience of baby boomers like myself. Crossroads, self minimization, deteriorating whatever--good stuff to write about. I've also toyed around with the idea of starting another blog and bravely addressing some non-conservative matters--perhaps anonymously. It also looks like I'm going to be able to redefine myself as an elementary teacher for a while--a big big deal personally. Don't touch that dial!!! You can all come along--that is, if you thrust yourself into something as well.