What Turning Fifty Taught Me About Life
From wild beginnings to a mature outlook. Well, mostly.
So, a couple of years ago, it finally happened.
To me, I mean.
Being the youngest of the graduating class of 1988, all my classmates (many of whom I am still in touch with) had already “crossed over” to the uncharted territory of the fifth decade with apparent ease and willing acceptance.
This, of course, gave me almost an entire year to remind them that I was still in my “late 40s” while they were in their “early 50s” in that slightly irritating way you can only do to people you’ve known and loved for a long time.
And it has been a long time.
We celebrated our 18th birthdays together, followed by our 21st’s, 30th’s and 40th’s, as well as those all in between.
Girlfriends, boyfriends, wives, and husbands appeared on the scene (and, in some cases, disappeared again) but the core group ebbed and flowed with the life events that we all face.
Probably in much the same way as everyone else’s does.
And, while I couldn’t help but be a little disappointed that the slew of 50th birthday parties that had been planned through the year — my own included — had to be canceled as the Coronavirus…
