I’m half way through the countdown to my 50th birthday! Thanks to those who’ve stuck with me.
When I was young, there were certain birthdays I was really excited to celebrate.
I couldn’t wait to turn 13 – I’d be a real teenager. 16 – not because I was sweet, but because I could get my driver’s license – my ticket to freedom off the farm. 18, so I could go to the bar…legally. 30 was a new millennium – I remember my friends and I in high school figuring out we’d turn 30 in 2000. This seemed so crazy to us. But, it didn’t end up being crazy…not the year or the birthday. (There wasn’t even a Y2K crash to throw life into chaos). But, never once, did think as far as 50 and imagine it would come during a pandemic.
I like each birthday – the number doesn’t matter to me. Truthfully, I like getting older. When I was younger, I felt so unsettled. I didn’t know who I was or how I fit in the world. I was unsure of so many things, especially myself and it felt uncomfortable.
25 days out from turning 50, I like who I am. I have enough experience to know I always find my way. I have an incredible family and amazing friends for love and support. I like who I am and I’m feeling more comfortable with me all the time. If that what it means to near 50, I’m totally cool with it.
Getting older is much better than the alternative!