TURNING 50

I turned 50 on Friday. I’m not sure how I feel about that. The first sign the day was getting closer was when I received my AARP application. I quickly threw it away hoping that if I did not respond then it would not make it real. Then I got a schedule for the Senior Olympics. Hmmmm, someone was trying to tell me something. It was not as if I took an ad out in the paper notifying the world I was now accepting all advertisements notifying me of all senior citizen events. Somehow, however, it was common knowledge.
Fifty? Fifty? When did that happen? Where did 30 and 40 go? I’m a grandma. I have a son who is 28. I thought I was 28.
I looked up other words for old (as listed in the Thesaurus): antiquity, maturity, decline, decay, senility. All words obviously meant to uplift. I’m a mature antique woman close to senility headed for decline, and soon to decay. So much to look forward to.
Despite my resistance it was inevitable. I am officially 50. The day came and went quietly – no fireworks, no hoopla, just an ordinary day. One day closer to decay.