Yesterday, I invited 50 friends to come celebrate my 50th with me at the Country Club. Let me just say there is something stunningly wonderful about turning 50 and being surrounded by friends, a wonderful gf, and living in the best city in the world – oh and throw in a pool and wala – instant happiness.
I was floating around the pool in a blue tube yesterday, and I told some friends hanging out on the side that 50 is just fabulous. And one replied, “You keep saying that.” And the other said, “I guess it depends on where you are in life at the time you turn 50.”
No really, 50 is fabulous for many reasons, not just because I happen to be incredibly happy in life right at the moment. 50 is fab because there is no questioning whether you are old anymore – you are. 50 is a reminder, an in your face one, that you ought to be enjoying every single day to its utmost – I am.
It’s also a testament to how rich your life is to have friends come and spend the afternoon splashing around in a pool, toasting you with champagne, and singing Happy Birthday to you.