There is a well kept secret and that is getting old sucks – it ain’t easy – but it sure doesn’t suck – I have to say 50 was the best birthday I ever experienced, both leading up to, on it, and the next day. Even though my 50 year old self couldn’t get my butt out to the Jazz Fest for the last day because I’m so exhausted, I still felt glad to be here.
Fifty’s nothing! Wait until 60! I didn’t mind 50 at all. My 60th birthday sucked…until a friend reminded me in just two more years I could start collecting my social security. Hope there’s some left for you in 12 years!
Just try to be a little frugal would ya? Why did 60 sucked? Because it’s closer to 70?
Yes, I think that’s it! You know the proverbial bible score of 3 score and 10 looming ahead. Indeed it was at 60 I started noticing things not working as well as they used to. But I got over it, or learned to compensate. Interesting subject, aging. Too bad you have to keep getting older in order to reflect and decide those other ages weren’t nearly as bad as you thought. So just enjoy your life; with luck it ain’t nearly over!
I am trying to enter this stage with a que sera attitude. I know that I can eat right, exercise, and do all the things that are good and drop dead while smelling the roses – meanwhile my mother is drinking and smoking herself to death and she could outlive me. Life is funny that way. So every day I’m trying to make a special day even if it means doing nothing. I hold no crystal ball and no answers in the back of the book – just trying to live every day to my fullest. If you noticed those things at 60 – good grief, I guess that means there’s more in store.