Let’s just call it what it is.
You’re over 60. You’ve got no kids. And somewhere between watching The Crown reruns and Googling “why does my knee sound like popcorn?” — you started wondering…
“Is this it?”
Now, don’t get me wrong — life without kids has its perks:
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No surprise FaceTimes from college bathrooms.
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No grandkid birthday parties with sugar-high toddlers and crying clowns.
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And your living room? Pristine. Just like your liver.
But here’s the catch… society acts like if you’re single and over 60, you’re either:
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A hermit with three cats and a Costco-sized supply of Werther’s Originals, or
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Desperately trying to flirt on dating apps where people describe themselves as “young at heart” but look like they fell asleep in 1987 and never woke up.
So what do most single 60-somethings end up doing?
The most dangerous thing of all: Nothing.
They settle. They shrink. They default to “comfortable” — even if it’s boring as bran flakes and feels more like waiting than living.
They go to the same grocery store, talk to the same checkout lady, and pretend she’s not the most exciting part of their social life this week.
They might even convince themselves they’re “too old” to try something new…
To travel. To meet someone. To fall in love.
Or heck — to finally take that watercolor class or move to the beach town they’ve been dreaming about since Reagan was in office.
But here’s what they don’t tell you:
You’re not too old. You’re too used to being practical.
You’ve been adulting for decades. Saving. Sacrificing. Making good decisions.
Well guess what? You survived all that.
Now it’s time to make some fun decisions.
Like learning to dance again — even if your knees sound like they need WD-40.
Or buying a last-minute ticket to Tuscany — even if your passport photo looks like a mugshot.
Or, here’s a wild idea: falling in love with your own damn life.
Not because someone else completes it.
But because you finally gave yourself permission to live it loud.
So, what now?
You’ve got two choices:
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Keep doing what most people do — stay safe, keep scrolling, and let your dreams nap right next to your heating pad.
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Or… start stirring the pot.
Dust off that dream you shelved years ago.
Open your heart to a new chapter.
Stop waiting for a “perfect time” — because spoiler alert: that sucker doesn’t exist.
Here’s your homework:
Tonight, pour a glass of wine (or green tea, no judgment).
Turn on some music you actually like.
And ask yourself:
“If I didn’t care what anyone thought… what would I do next?”
Then go do one small thing in that direction.
Because being single at 60+ isn’t the end of the road — it’s the off-ramp to the most freeing, fun, and finally all-about-you ride of your life.
And if your toaster’s still getting more action than you by next month — hell, take it on the trip too.
Here's to manifesting the life you reserve, not the one you created so far!
Tymothe'
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