I turned fifty last week.
I know, right? How did that happen?
It’s true. The big 5-OH! A full half century. I’m now officially eligible for AARP, not just some hanger-on who piggybacks on her husband’s DOB for 10 % off.
Sometimes, I wonder where the time went, but mostly, I think fifty is going to be nifty. I can feel it.
My forties were a big time of transition for me – personally, professionally, and creatively.
Looking back, I can’t say I didn’t accomplish anything. Ten years ago, I had not yet written my first book. Now, I have 40 novels and novellas under my belt and #41 halfway there.
At forty, I spent my days trying to climb a corporate ladder that was made out of rope and dental floss. I still thought money and accolades were important. I’m so glad I grew out of all that nonsense.
In my fifties, I plan to stand in my truth:
I have a better handle on who I am and what’s important to me. I also have a more limited quantity of fu@ks left to give about everything else. Other than the pocket issue, I can admit that I prefer elastic-waist leggings better than jeans these days. There are fleeting moments when I fret over the wrinkles that seem to be popping up all over, but then I laugh and remember where I got them. I look at old pictures of me and my friends and marvel at how young and fresh we were. I look at more recent pictures of me with those same friends and realize how incredibly blessed I have been.
So, yeah. Overall, I’m finding these middle years liberating.
I think fifty is going to be nifty.
Speaking of people in their fifties…
I was cruising the ‘Zon the other day and noticed that all of my Worth the Wait Romances are on sale for $1.99. If you like smoking hot stories about people in their *gasp* fifties, doing thing sure to make their grown children blush, snatch ’em up! https://amzn.to/2qOkAXY