I woke this morning to find I hadn't wrinkled like a prune overnight
Nor had I turned dull and frumpy in my sleep
(Quick check) Yes, I still think fun is….well, fun
I don't consider any shops off limits when it comes to buying clothes
And I'll swear I turned a head or two as I walked down the street today
I'm healthier than I've ever been
And happier, too
50 feels….liberating, empowering, exciting (I wasn't expecting that)
And like a massive sigh of relief
As if I can finally let go of all the striving and trying and inadequacy and hang-ups and wanting to please and worrying what others think. What the hell, it's time to just ENJOY life.
Time to throw caution to the winds and simply be ME. Because - it's now obvious - this life won't go on forever. Time, then, to be bold. To be real. Time to stand in the authority of my experience - the accumulated wisdom of half a century on this earth.
50 feels like gaining a voice. And permission to use it.