Whelp. Today is the day. I’m 50. 5-0. Five-oh.
I’m feeling all the traditional feelings. Those of you who have been lucky enough to ready this milestone know exactly what I’m talking about.
Sad that all those years have passed…and yet happy that all those years have been allowed to pass. Frustrated at where I am as opposed to where I thought I’d be…and yet thrilled that my future is finally on the right track. Grateful that I don’t look or feel as old as 50 is in my mind…and yet shocked that I’m so damn old.
My boyfriend and I are no longer in adjacent decades…for the next 3 years he’ll be in his 30’s and I’ll be in my 50’s. smh
How long does it take for the mind to get wrapped around the 50’s???
And also, I’ve been so obsessed with my own aging up that I am consistently surprised by every post on Facebook about one of my classmates turning 50. And when I think about my siblings turning 60, 62 and 65 this year – holy moly! THAT’S SO OLD.
Here’s something that always cheers me up: I share my birthday with some of the most awesome people on this planet, including Betty White (96), Kid Rock (47), Jim Carrey (56), and Benjamin Franklin (312!). Happy birthday, bitches!
I feel better now. 🙂