Many of the few hairs I have left are gray, the belly is a bit rounder and I am noticing a few wrinkles. I even received my first mailing from AARP. At one time, I would have thought that those things meant I was old. It doesn't feel like it was all that long ago, either, that I would have thought that, but time does have a way of appearing to accelerate. I see my three sons in various stages of school – college, high school and late elementary school and it seems as if I was just in each. I am enjoying the opportunity to revisit those ages through them, but in a bat of an eyelash they will be in my position and so it goes.
A lot has happened within this world over the past 50 years, much of
which could only have been dreamed of previously, most good and some
not. Whether I personally last the next 50 years or not, they promise
to be no less interesting and surprising than the past 50.
I am not arriving at 50 with fear, sadness or even annoyance. I am embracing and celebrating it, moving on, continuing to approach life the way I always have. As the days come and go, one day will eventually be the last whether it be while young and in the peak of health, old, withered and ill or somewhere in between. One can never tell when, why or how, so I try not to worry too much about it and to live life as fully as I can within my means.
I am lucky to have shared my first 50 with so many truly wonderful people, many of whom are unfortunately no longer around to share more. As I move on past this small milestone, I miss and honor those who have passed, enjoy and respect those who remain part of my life and look forward to those who have yet to enter.