As my just hours into 50 years fingers and brain bravely collaborate to write this post, I’m thinking my fingers just can’t keep up. Not because they’re 50, but because my brain moves waaaaay too fast. That, dear world, about me has never changed.
My brain is also reflecting on the past 5 decades of my life and I must admit, much of it has been awesome. But, then again, not everyone had the luck and grace to be born in 1967.
Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Heart Band album by the Beatles and the first issue of Rolling Stone magazine were released.
I looked forward to Saturday mornings for my cartoon fix.
The original Star Wars trilogy helped define my teenage years. I’d run to the post office in anticipation of my monthly Star Wars fan club newsletter.
So how does 50 feel? I don’t know. I honestly don’t feel 50. My thyroid and heart have problems but they’re workable.
I think the only true feeling I have is being grateful. I’m very, very lucky and grateful. I’ve had tons of great experiences in my life so far. I’m grateful for almost every person and experience (whether good or bad) I’ve had in five decades. (The bad stem from childhood issues I just don’t understand.
It’s all about learning. So, to all the authors, friends, co-workers/colleagues and childhood friends that have interacted with me in some way, thank you for being a part of my life path.
A little honesty: If there was one thing I could change, it would be my hair. It’s getting curlier as I age. I hope the Einstein look becomes trendy because that’s where I’m heading.
And, like they say in the infomercial: THERE’S STILL MORE! Based on my family history, I should have about 3 more decades ahead of me. I’ve always said I wasn’t going to shy away from being 50. Without a doubt, I’m going to embrace it.
Looking forward to meeting everyone and everything (old and new) along the way.