Let’s be honest, hitting 60 is like unlocking a cheat code for life. Suddenly, the things that used to keep you up at night, the anxieties that nibbled at your edges, well, they just…fade. Yay!!
You start to realize that a lot of the drama and manufactured stress we gathered over the years is just that—manufactured. And after six decades of navigating this awesome thing called life, you’ve earned the right to say “idgaf” about certain things.
Think of it as a decluttering of the soul.
At 60, you’ve seen enough to know that true happiness is found in laugh lines, wonderful memories, and the ability to find peace in the present moment.
Anyway, today I want to share 13 things with you that idgaf about anymore and this really just hit me at 62 years old. It’s awesome.
13 things idgaf about anymore after 60
Here are 13 things that I don’t really gaf about anymore after 60. I wonder what I missed and what’s on your list of things you don’t gaf about. I’d love to hear it.
The Latest Fashion Trends (Unless They Involve Elastic Waistbands)
Remember when we used to agonize over whether our jeans were “in” or “out”? Yeah, me neither. Now, if it doesn’t stretch, breathe, and accommodate the occasional extra slice of cake, it’s a hard pass.
I’ve reached the point where comfort trumps style, and honestly, it’s liberating. If someone thinks my sensible shoes are “uncool,” well, idgaf. They’ll understand when they’re our age.
Keeping Up with the Kardashians (or Any Other Reality Show, Really)
I used to think I was missing out on vital cultural information if I didn’t know who was feuding with whom on some reality show. Now, I’m more concerned with remembering where I left my reading glasses.
My brain has reached its storage capacity, and frankly, I’ve decided to prioritize remembering whether I took my vitamins this morning over who’s currently “influencing” what.
My time is precious, and I’d rather spend it reading a good book or watching a documentary about penguins (did you know they don’t have teeth?).
Worrying About What Other People Think Of Me
This one is a biggie. For decades, I was a people-pleasing machine, constantly worried about what everyone thought of me. Now? Not so much.
If someone doesn’t like my opinions, my fashion choices, or my habit of occasionally singing loudly in the grocery store, that’s their problem. I’ve earned the right to be myself, quirks and all. So idgaf what you think.
Besides, at this age, who’s got the energy to even give a sh*t?
Arguing About Stupid Petty Things
Is it really worth arguing about who left the cap off the toothpaste? Or whether the toilet paper should hang over or under? Probably not. I’ve learned to pick my battles, and most of the time, I just let it go.
If you want to tell me the sky is green, you win. I don’t care. idgaf!
I’ve also learned that life is way too short to argue over stupid stuff. What’s the point?
Trying to Understand TikTok (or Any New Social Media Platform, For That Matter)
Look, I’m still trying to figure out how to work the remote control, let alone navigate the ever-evolving landscape of social media. TikTok? Instagram Reels? Threads? Why are there so many??
I’m perfectly content with my Facebook feed, where I can share pictures of my cats, show my meal for the day and wish my friends a happy birthday.
Small Talk
I’m not here to discuss the weather or the latest celebrity gossip. I want to talk about the meaning of life, the mysteries of the universe, and whether or not pineapple belongs on pizza (it does).
Small talk is for small minds and cringey first dates. Tell me about your last solo adventure. Talk to me about your thoughts on reincarnation, karma, aliens, anything!
Material Possessions
I’ve accumulated enough stuff over the years and then at 52 I gave them all away. Now, I’m more interested in experiences than possessions.
I’d rather spend my money on travel, good food, and time with loved ones than on the latest gadgets or designer labels. Less is more, you know.
And besides, what the hell do you need all that stuff for anyway? Your family will get stuck with it when you’re dead and gone.
Holding Grudges
Carrying around grudges is like lugging a suitcase full of rocks. It’s heavy, it’s pointless, and it makes you tired. I’ve realized that forgiveness is a gift you give yourself.
Holding onto anger and resentment just sours your own life. So, I’ve decided to let go of the past and focus on the present.
If someone wronged me, I’ve either dealt with it or moved on. The emotional baggage is simply too heavy to carry at this point.
Competing with Younger People
There was a time when I felt the need to prove myself, to show that I was still “with it.” Now, I’m perfectly content to let the younger generation have their moment.
If she’s got a tight booty and full lush beautiful hair and great legs good for her. idgaf! I’m happy for her.
I’ve learned that wisdom and experience are just as valuable as youth and energy. Besides, who has the time for pointless competition? I’m too busy enjoying my ‘older life’.
Worrying About Gray Hairs
I’ve finally embraced the silver fox look. Or, in my case, the silver badger. Dyeing my hair was a chore, and honestly, I was tired of it. I’ve decided to let my natural color shine through, and I’m surprisingly happy with the results.
If someone doesn’t like it, they can look the other way. And if you are still dyeing, more power to you. Its a personal choice and you get to make it.
Trying to Be Perfect
Perfection is an illusion, and I’ve spent far too much of my life chasing it. I’ve learned that it’s okay to make mistakes, to have flaws, and to be imperfect. In fact, it’s what makes us human.
I’m now embracing my imperfections, and I’m much happier for it. My house is a little messy, my cooking isn’t always gourmet, and I occasionally say the wrong thing. But you know what? That’s life.
Getting Older
Aging is a privilege, not a curse. I’m grateful for every wrinkle, every gray hair, and every creaky joint. I don’t have perky boobies anymore, my skin is crepey and my face is starting to sag. All of it, idgaf.
It’s all just proof that I’ve lived a full life. Of course I want to take care of my body, but I am not going to live in fear of getting older.
Feeling Guilty About Taking Time for Myself
For years, I put everyone else’s needs before my own. Now, I’m finally realizing that self-care is not selfish. It’s essential.
I’m taking time for myself, whether it’s reading a book, taking a walk, bombing around on my scooter feeding street dogs (and singing to them) or just enjoying a cup of tea in peace.
I’ve learned that I can’t pour from an empty cup, so I’m filling my own cup first, and I’m encouraging everyone else to do the same.
final thoughts on things idgaf about
In conclusion, turning 60 is like getting a permission slip to live your best life. It’s a time to let go of the things that no longer serve you and to focus on what truly matters. It’s a time to embrace your quirks, your imperfections, and your newfound freedom.
And most importantly, it’s a time to laugh, to love, and to enjoy every moment. It’s time to say idgaf about all the things that just don’t matter anymore.
So, here’s to the glorious post-60s, where we finally get to be ourselves, unapologetically. Cheers!
