It's Official -- 5-0 is Here
I've been in an odd form of denial for some time now. As today approached -- the 50th anniversary of my birth -- I had a few random thoughts about what it meant to turn 50 -- I don't feel "old," 50 is the new 30, age is just a number, I'm the same age as Madonna!
But today, it's official. I have reached the half century mark. Now, I have been getting plenty of encouragement from some of my other fellow 50-something moms who assure me that today's occasion is not the end of the world. And watching them, I believe it, yet I am still not so fine with this turn of the calendar.
When my obligatory AARP card came in the mail two weeks ago -- just a tad early, I would say -- I immediately tossed it in the trash. I don't care if they just go by their initials and have jettisoned the old name of American Association of Retired Persons -- they're not fooling anyone. Besides, most of us in the 50-something range won't be retiring any time soon after the Wall Street meltdown of recent days.
But here's the thing -- I don't "feel 50." While I can't really put my finger on exactly what sensation that's supposed to produce, 50 just doesn't sound like me. It's not the space I'm in.
I know it's just a number, and you're only as old as you feel, and you're supposed to enjoy the passage of time, but it is a milestone, whether I like it or not. A milestone that says odds are I have less ahead of me than behind me. And I have a little problem with that.
Since I don't have a choice, I'm going to try to find an odd mix today of celebrating, yet staying in that comfy place of denial. Because if I don't, how will I keep up with my eight-year-old!
You can find Joanne trying to pull her new 50-something self together at her place, PunditMom.
Original 50-something Moms blog post.