In eleven days, I will be 50 years old. I can't tell you what that just did to the pit of my stomach--JUST TYPING THAT.
I can't believe I'm 50.
If I didn't know...I would guess that I am 38. In fact, when I hear people say that they are 38 I have to hold back from saying, "So am I!"
Truth is, I really am younger today than when I WAS 38. I'm healthier. I weigh less. I'm more active.
And much happier.
I worked so hard in my 20s. I had two little children, worked as a waitress, kept an immaculate house and chiseled away (albeit very slowly) on my college degree throughout my 20s and 30s. I never stopped...I was VERY productive...but I was tired all the time.
I definitely have more energy now!
I have not one regret from that time period--I loved every second of raising my two awesome kids, and I TREASURE the fact that I earned my Bachelor's degree over 17 years. I also really LOVED my time as a waitress at Coco's and even loved the fact that I kept the cleanest house on the block.
But I am LOVING these days more than I ever thought possible. I have a job that keeps me hopping (literally!), I am secure financially (for the most part!), I have time to sit down and read and time to blog and time to spend with my fabulous, true, life-long friends.
|Celebrating my 50th!|
And, I am in love! Truly. Madly. Deeply!
Most of the time, we both feel like teenagers when we are together (except when we are both looking for glasses so we can read something!) and we CHERISH the time that we have together...
because we know that, despite the fact that we feel like teens and that we could both practically pass for 38 (ok, in a dimly lit room, maybe...)
yeah...despite all that...
we are 50.
Victor Hugo said,
"Forty is the old age of youth and fifty is the youth of old age."
We are younger than we'll ever be.
And we are going to enjoy every single second.
I am (oh so very close to being)
50! And I feel fabulous.