Last week I was talking with a coworker who was celebrating her 29th birthday. She was already dreading her thirtieth next year. Why? I asked. She just shrugged. I thought my thirties were pretty darn good. I think that is when I finally got comfortable being me. I didn't need to change to impress anyone. I knew who my friends were. I had fun. I worked hard. I met and married my husband. Life was good and comfortable.
My forties seemed difficult. Health issues, my own and those of family members, became more abundant. Job situations fluctuated. I learned who my friends weren't. We lost family members. We gained ones as well. And, guess what? Life was still good.
I'm now looking at this marker of time, a half century. I know what is important: faith, family and friends. Whether I have fifty more years, weeks, days or seconds, I want to appreciate it all. Life is good.
I think I’ll take a moment, celebrate my age
The ending of an era and the turning of a page
Now it’s time to focus in on where I go from here
Lord have mercy on my next fifty years
Try to forget about all the crazy things I’ve done
Maybe now I’ve conquered all my adolescent fears
And I’ll do it better in my next fifty years
Cry a little less, laugh a little more
Find a world of happiness without the hate and fear
Figure out just what I’m doing here
In my next fifty years
Eat a few more salads and not stay up so late
Drink a little lemonade and not so many beers
Maybe I’ll remember my next fifty years