Cue music.. Sunrise, sunset etc. It does creep up, doesn’t it? One day you’re a happy, carefree 17 year old. Five minutes later you may still be happy and carefree, but no longer 17.
In May of this year I had my 49th birthday. It shouldn’t have been a surprise, but it was. I’ll be 50 this time next year and although, as they say, that is better than the alternative, I am a bit taken aback. I really cannot be that old. When did it happen? Is this the relativity that physicists speak of? I am convinced I’m still in my 30s but my body and everything else disagrees.
So, how do I want to celebrate my 50th birthday next year? With a sense of doom and lost opportunities? Or even just with grumpy resignation? Is it time to give up and sink into middle-age? Time to prepare for retirement? No! I want to meet it with a sense of achievement in what I have already done and with excitement for what lies ahead.
Fifty is a landmark birthday and an opportunity to bring together all the wisdom and experience I have (in theory) garnered in the rich and varied life I have had so far. What’s more, it is the raw material which will enable me to make the most of the next fifty years.
I think I’m beginning to convince even myself! Let’s see if I can make a good job of it over the coming year.