Last week I turned 50. I've been looking forward to this all year (I'm serious!), and here it is. Years ago, my mother-in-law told me her 40s were her favorite decade. I entered them with great anticipation, fully expecting to savour each and every year. Of course there were lots of great moments during the last 10 years, and it was definitely a decade of self awareness and discovery for me, but I wouldn't say they were my favorite.
No, I think my 50s will be my new favorite. I think I have a pretty good handle on who I am now, who I was, and the type of person I want to grow into. I'm at peace with the first 50, and am ready to rack up a whole new half-century of things to occupy my mind with.
So many changes in the past year. I quit my job last December because Elvira was in need of some extra attention, as was pretty much everyone and everything else in my life. I kind of forgot to put enough of that attention on myself though, and that's what I'm working on now. The kids are back in school, Sweetie is back at work, and here I am blogging again. I'm rusty, inarticulate, not particularly witty at the moment, but here. I've missed writing.
Two weeks ago I had knee surgery to repair a torn meniscus. I can't do this just yet, but soon!
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