Yesterday, I officially celebrated my fiftieth birthday, but I've been celebrating the event for nearly a week and still have a few days left to raise a toast with friends and family. Strange that there should be so much fuss over something I could neither halt nor hurry along, but it is good to have a point in life where one stops and contemplates the view. For me, the view looks good. I have a long to-do list and part of reaching a milestone age (not a millstone), is that you begin to say, "if not now, when?" Reaching fifty is, for me, extremely liberating. It means it is time to accomplish my goals by ignoring that nay-saying little voice inside that wants to keep me too safe and sometimes by ignoring those nay-saying little voices outside, too. I can't imagine anything less safe than reaching the next decade without making more of an effort toward my goals during this one. I have items to check off my list and I no longer have my 40s to waste thinking about doing them 'someday'. So, the writing group I've been invited to join will see my presence. Editors and agents, like it or not, are going to see the writing. The chocolate truffle company my daughter, Emily, and I want to begin is happening. The 47 side gigs Em wants to be involved with have my support. The new granddaughter has my total love. My husband's motorcycle riding, golfing, kayaking, paddleball desires have my support. The red barn studio will become a reality. My family and friends have my attention and love. Live! Enjoy!
With the wisdom of all my years, I give this advice to myself. Make your life happen because time flies whether you like it or not. Two days ago I was forty-nine. It seems like only yesterday.
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