I just can't get it out. Let me try again. F..ff-ffffff...
I really don't use the F word, but let me try one more time.
OK. Deep breath.
Here it comes.
There, I said it! I am a newly minted member of the Fifty club, as of today. Really, it's not so bad. I am fit, healthy, have a husband I am madly in love with and who loves me equally, great kids and a rewarding job. I am loved by God, my family, and my friends. Life is pretty amazing from my perspective. We had a wondeful birthdaypalooza weekend, as my older daughter's 25th birthday was yesterday and she drove down with her boyfriend to celebrate it with all of us.
I wasn't going to tell my age on a large scale to people, but I am truly comfortable with it, like a favorite pair of jeans. It's what I am, and I'm happy to be that. One of my friends even joked I should tell people I was 60 so they'd think I look good for my age, but I am flat dab gobsmacked to be where I am.
In my fifties, I am going to:
*Retire from one career and start another
*Overcome my crazy fear of heights and bungee jump
*Run a full marathon
*Do something to help impoverished kids in this country live in decent housing
*Learn another language
*Learn to play another instrument
I've received so many well wishes today that I want to pass some on to you, my blogging friends. I've come to think of you all as my extended family. This is an Irish blessing I sincerely pray and hope for each of you:
“May your days be many and your troubles be few. May all God's blessings descend upon you. May peace be within you and may your heart be strong. May you find what you're seeking wherever you roam.”
Thank you, friends, for taking me in and letting me be part of your lives. I consider myself truly blessed to know each of you.
What do you want to do in this decade of your life you've never done before?