I can’t quite believe I’ve just turned 50.
I remember years ago going to a friend’s parents 40th birthday party and thinking “Wow, I could never imagine being THAT old!”
Yet here I am at 50.
How do I feel? Do you know what… the first word that comes to mind is ‘liberated’. I feel a sense of relief.
I did a lot of personal growing in my 40s and at times they were tough. Yet already they seem so long ago. My whole mindset seems to have shifted overnight.
I guess in my 40s I still felt like a ‘grown up’ who had to be mature. There were certain rules I was expected to follow. I was still finding my way.
Now that I’m 50, I feel a sense of mischief coming out to play. I don’t need anyone’s approval any more. I’m quite happy with ‘me’.
I looked in the mirror before I went to bed last night and thought “when did all those silver hairs suddenly creep in? I’m sure they weren’t there a couple of days ago”. And “have I got something on my face or are they age spots coming through?”
A new attitude
Once upon a time I might have panicked and started researching beauty products to address these ‘issues’. Now, well, they’re part of me, of who I’ve grown into.
I’m just coming through a major health scare. Thankfully things haven’t gone in the direction we feared they might, but it has been enough of a wake-up call to make me re-evaluate what is important.
A quote comes to mind: do not regret growing older, it is a privilege denied to many.
I don’t feel old, but I do appreciate how far I’ve come. There’s a whole lease of life in me that has been repressed, and it’s begging to come out to play.
For example, yesterday on my 50th birthday I went to a magnificent park, drank Champagne, and rolled down hills.
Why? Because it’s fun, and because I still can.
My New Year’s resolution is to try 50 new things within the coming year.
People keep asking me: “how do you feel about turning 50?’ and I say “EXCITED!”
They can’t get their head around this. Aren’t you supposed to be worried about grey hair, wrinkles, and the menopause? I’d be more worried about getting to the end of my life with regrets, looking perfect on the outside but never having lived.
Beauty comes in many forms, and as Eleanor Roosevelt said: “beautiful young people are accidents of nature, beautiful old people are works of art”.
We are all artists creating our own lives. I choose to create a picture of kindness, creativity, passion, adventure and fun.
Looking at my birthday cards on the mantelpiece, there are two pieces of wisdom jumping out at me.
- Turning 50 is for being comfortable in yourself, but drawing the line at elasticated waistbands.
- It’s a time for new horizons. You’re not over the hill – just at the top with a great view.
When I’m 80, I want to be the kind of woman who visits stately homes and slides down the banisters. Why? Because it’s still fun and because I still can.
Age is just a number. Life is an attitude. Who fancies coming out to play…?
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