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January 24, 2011Posted by on
Two of my best friends are turning 50 in January. My first thought was “how exciting”. But that thought quickly turned sour when I realised why I have two friends turning 50.
I AM GOING TO BE 50 THIS YEAR!
Yes, I realize that when you write in all capital letters, it means you are screaming. I wrote in all capital letters because, well because, I’m screaming!
I just can’t believe 50 years have almost passed. What have I been doing?
Partying, getting married, partying, raising children, partying, working, partying, getting divorced, partying, finding my awesome new partner Al, partying, moving to the other side of the world.
You get the picture, I don’t have to repeat it, life has been pretty good.
I have had several interesting careers, a marriage that lasted 30 years, two very beautiful children that I am very proud of, and who have collectively given me five wonderful, smart, fun Grandchildren, and an exciting new partner for life that has taken me to the other side of the world. Not bad!
So, what’s the problem?
The problem is that I don’t feel 50. I feel like I should be about 25, not 50. But my body betrays me. I still like to have fun and do have fun, but I am much more likely to go home earlier, have a hangover easier, and not be happy with how the clothes are fitting!
Yes, things have changed! I weigh more than I ever have in the past, my hands have age spots, my tummy bulges, my face has wrinkles and I don’t have the stamina I used to have when I was young.
On the other hand, my house isn’t as clean as it used to be (it’s a good thing), I don’t sweat the small stuff, and I notice beauty around me much more often than I used to. I appreciate life and all that it has given me.
Does this mean I am going to give up and get old? Hell no!
I will continue to look for adventure and probably find more challenges while looking for those adventures. I will use moisturiser more often and stay out of the sun when possible. I will continue to try soooo hard to lose that extra 10 pounds, but above all, I will strive to keep on learning.
I look at the last 3rd of my life as a new beginning.
I am blessed to live with a man who spoils me rotten. Now that I’m older, I am going to appreciate it and at the same time take advantage of it.
I am likely to have more grandchildren, but if not, I am more likely to have great grandchildren while I can still have fun with them. Not too soon though Tristan!
I will keep on snorkeling, kayaking and golfing. I might even try to improve my golf game.
I have just embarked on a new career. I will embrace this new career and give it my all, just like I would have done when I was younger, only now my all includes a lot more knowledge.
I have so much to look forward to…like being able to laugh at my many friends that are turning 50 before me since I have about 4 months to go (but who’s counting)! And, I will. I will laugh, but I will celebrate that they are healthy, happy, 50 and still my friends. And, together we will grow older, not gracefully, but kicking and screaming and fighting it the whole way!
Happy Birthday Sherry and Nancy, January 25, 1961, the day two wonderful Goddesses entered the world!
January 26, 2010Posted by on
The signs are everywhere. The government has dispatched the bowel cancer screening test, reading demands the use of spectacles and all the jokes about partying for half a century have faded into the dark distance behind me. Youth has officially left the building! Now I am able to to appreciate the sage words of the insightful George Bernard Shaw – youth is most definitely wasted on the young!
As I peer into the life that now lays before me, I think about the things left to be achieved (some of which are on Austin Power’s list of things to do before I die). Today, Australia Day 2010, I have ticked another box. I went on my first ride with the Ulysses Motorcycle Club – as a full member (the Ulysses web site will tell you what that means). Yes, I am a FULL member.
My plan is to grow old disgracefully so Ulysses is the perfect fit (this is their motto after all). If it has two wheels or a skirt you cannot afford it… so the expression goes. I have spent my life adoring both. My gorgeous girl Kitty talks of a motorcycle trike, that would be when I cannot hold the motorcycle up anymore – a long way off I hope!
Kitty has joined Ulysses also. A junior for now. I guess this means Kitty and I will are destined to ride off into the sunset – Tequila flowing and action aplenty and growing old disgracefully – Yaaaahhhhooooo!!!!!!!
September 21, 2009Posted by on
Jackie turned 50 today. I can’t believe my sister is 50! What a momentous and monumental event! It’s not everyday one turns 50. In fact it only happens once in your lifetime, that is if you are lucky enough to get to 50! Does this mean today is your “hump birthday”? Is this the start of the second half of your life Jackie? What happened to the first half?
Where has all the time gone? It seems like only recently (not yesterday) that we were kids playing in our huge yard in Quatsino. In the spring we would look for frog eggs in the ditch behind our house. We would make a home for them in a baby bathtub by putting in dirt, water and the little sticks the clumps of eggs were attached to. Soon we would have tadpoles galore as each egg hatched. Throughout the summer we would watch in wonder while the metamorphosis took place. By time Jackie’s birthday arrived in September, the frogs would be hopping out of the tub to make their life in the ditch behind the house.
I have heard that 50 is the new 40. Not sure if that makes you feel any better Jackie, because I don’t really know what it means. How are you supposed to feel when you turn 50? How do you feel Jackie? I would assume you feel older because…well… because you are! Think of the alternative! I would rather feel older thank you very much.
Jackie and I have always been very competitive. You should see us play a sport together. Even when we are on the same side, we argue. Hey Jackie, remember the time you hit me over the head with the badminton racquet because I missed a shot? Or the time we were walking to school and ran into a bear? You ran so much faster than I (because you were bigger, not because I couldn’t run) that you left me all alone to be eaten by the bear. Okay, the bear was running the other way (this time) but it could have happened!
On this occasion Jackie I am quite happy to let you go first. I think you should try out being 50 a whole year and a half before I have to wear that badge of honour. Then, when my turn comes, you can give me advice on how to turn 50 with grace and style as I am sure that is how you have approached it.
Even though I am not yet that old (50) I have a suggestion that I think will keep you young at heart. Have goals! Not just little goals, but big bold goals. Something to keep you going. Something that will make you want to hop out of bed in the morning! Okay, maybe that is going too far, but you know what I mean!
I already have some big goals. There is the book I am going to write or maybe even two! I am not sure which one I will start first, but I will start…someday! Maybe when I’m 50!
Then there are the long term goals. These are the ones that I think are important to have when you get to the “over 50” age bracket. My person goal is to start smoking when I turn 84. My reasoning behind this is that I enjoyed smoking, but I know it is bad for your health. Do I need to worry about the long term effects of smoking when I am 84? I think not. So that is my long term goal. My biggest problem will not be reaching my goal in order to achieve it (although that could be a problem), but it will be remembering the goal when I am 84. In fact, I can’t remember what I was doing now. Oh yeah! I remember now….Happy Birthday Jackie!
I love you and miss you and wish I could be there to celebrate with you! Have a great day and a wonderful start to the second half of your life! Do me a favour, I know you will be 86 when I turn 84, but if you could just remind me…