Turning a corner…
Yesterday was a milestone in my life. I turned 50 years old. I am super proud of that. My friends think I am upset over it but it’s the exact opposite. I am sure if some of my high school friends hadn’t passed on in their mid-40s, they would have loved to say “Holy crap, I’m 50 now! How did that happen?”
Any day I can open my eyes is a good day.
Received many wonderful birthday wishes on various social media pages. I always joke that the only time everyone suddenly knows me is on November 2nd. And then they all retreat back to their bubbles. It happens, that’s life. But yesterday was a perfect day for me, gorgeous weather, enjoyed time with family and friends (even though I hate bars).
Meeting up with friends and being introduced to new ones, all I heard was “Wow, 50! You made it!” (Was I supposed to die or something?!) and “Be proud!” Of course I am proud! I couldn’t wait to get out of my teenage years and my 20s. Turning 30 was the best. I always said it felt like a blanket was lifted off my face when I hit that age. And then 40…wow! And now 50…oh yeah! I may be one of the few people who enjoy getting older because it’s better than a dirt nap.
And I do have to single out one person if that’s cool. (If this person wants me to edit this section out, I will respect that.) I started reading articles on here by a lovely young woman named Alesha Peterson. What led me to her article was my doing a Google search about why family and friends never show support for your music. I read her article and then the others she had before it. I was captivated by her eloquence and candor; I felt like I was reading something I wrote. I didn’t expect a friendship to come from it but life likes to throw me curve balls. She wrote very nice words about me on her Instagram page for my birthday. So thank you, Alesha.
The weird twins unite :)
