Being 50 is Weird

I remember when I was a teenager and  30 seemed so old.  Now people who are 30 seem like kids to  me.  I turned 50 last December and I’m finding it all very weird.

The 50s are particularly charged in our family.  My dad died at 55.  His sister died at 55.  I’ve had at least 4 cousins die in the last year, all in their 50s. It makes you wonder, am I in the home stretch?  Or have my choices to avoid smoking, binge eating and low quality eat helped improve my chances of living to a riper old age?  And what role has exercise played.

The best thing about being 50 as a woman is a sense of freedom. I find myself chastising those who spout sexist or racist or other ridiculous things in a way I never would have in my youth.  I boldly show my flabby arms and am much more relaxed about how I look.  Yet paradoxically I feel and look better than I did 20 years ago.  Go figure.

Turning 50 has also made me more introspective.   I’ve been spending a lot of time thinking about how I want my life to be in the future,  how long I want to work, who I’m friends with,  re-evaluating the role of money, deciding what’s really important to me.  It’s life altering.  And thus, I’ll be doing some altering of my life.  Stay tuned.


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