Fifty years ago, a new house cost $14,200 and the average income was $6,900. Gas was only 32 cents a gallon. A gallon of milk cost 99 cents and a postage stamp only five cents. A tube of Revlon lipstick cost only $1.25 and hairspray just 47 cents. Pampers made its debut and the Baltimore Orioles won the world series. Why am I sharing that information? Well, the number 50 is a big deal very soon and that has got me doing way too much thinking. I will be turning 50 this week and honestly, I was not too happy about this.
These past few months I did a lot of reminiscing trying to deal with my age, looking at old photos, cooking and baking many things from my childhood and sometimes spending hours remembering all I could of the first 50 years of my life. My mom said she couldn’t wait to be fifty. Me? I would like to be 30 again, in all honesty. But, I can’t. But did you ever see that movie 30 going on 13? LOL I know… thats just Hollywood.
Seriously though. It is not that I haven’t accomplished things. Honestly, I have done more than I ever thought was possible. From a vanity standpoint, I don’t like the wrinkles and the new middle age bulge that has decided to show itself. But it is not just that.
I am so thankful that I am going to be 50 years old. I have been so blessed! Some never reach that age. My health is good. I am living my dream of one day living in Europe. I get to travel. I am more in love with my husband than ever and my children are good, happy adults making the most of their lives. I finally starting writing, something I had put off the first 45 years.
I thought by now I would have these accomplishments, a big house in Grosse Pointe, have that Louis Vuitton bag or wear Louboutan shoes, drive a Jaguar and throw lavish dinner parties. That was something I really did want to have by 50. Yep, I am being serious. Funny thing is that now I don’t want those things. Living out of the United States has really changed me, made me more humble and finally, have stopped having so large of an attachment to material things.
I hate to admit this but I always thought that 50 was old. I think I thought that because in the 1960’s, the life expectancy was 70, so I thought that 50 meant you were getting up there in age. I don’t want to be old and I know, I am not. My Mom is going to be 85 this year, which helps my thoughts on this subject a lot. It is time to stop being so serious. Life can be so short so why spend it worrying about getting old?
I have earned every wrinkle on my face and I am learning that the more makeup I wear, having wrinkles really does make me look old. I have stopped spending so much money on products trying to hide them, firm them and conceal them. Just so you know, don’ waste your money like I did, they don’t work anyways. I plan to smile and laugh more, not take things so seriously. Stop planning and writing down every detail of my day and just live. (This could be an adjustment as I am a list making junkie.) I plan to spend time outside every day, rain or shine. Breathe deeply and enjoy every moment spent with my incredible husband and traveling. I want to watch even more baseball – is that even possible? 😉 I would like to Blog here more. Organize my home quite a bit more.
Talk to my children a bit more, but I find the older they get, the busier they are. Living overseas shouldn’t make a difference in communicating. I am thankful for technology making it possible to stay in touch. (It sure was not like that when I lived in Belgium in the 1970’s, letter writing was about it.) I really need to learn to use technology more. I am hoping one day to have a phone that actually has wi-fi or internet, don’t even know what it is called, so I can delve into the world of Apps. I hear some of them are a good thing for communicating and sharing. I would love to do that more with them.
It’s strange, I feel like the act of turning Fifty, means I should be making new years resolutions or goals. My husband is taking me away to celebrate this monumental occasion. I will have much travel time to think about this but then again… I might just enjoy the journey. One thing is for sure, when you have lived as long as I have, made the mistakes I have, seen the things I have, you acquire a bit more wisdom. Just like Scarlett O’Hara said, “Tomorrow is another day!” I am ready to greet the “Fifty” with much passion! Bring it on!
So to wrap up… when I get back from our travels next week, I hope to have much to share and so on…
I am looking forward to my next 50 years after all, it is just a number and isn’t 50 the new 40?