Today has been my 50th birthday. We really celebrated last week with our Big Birthday Bash at the Carder Rock swim club. 1957 rules! Read this week's US News & World Report: "57--the Year that Changed America".
It's totally bizarre being 50. Older than my father ever was. I feel like 35 on the one hand and 100 on the other. In my mind's eye, I've got Dave and me as doddering old codgers who still work. I imagine only 20 years left, two measly decades, and the years keep flying by faster and faster.
Then again, we could do whatever we with our lives together.
There was a pregnant 50-something woman and a 50-something mother of a four-week-old boy at a baby shower I went to this week. The shower was for a single friend in her mid-forties, who just adopted a four-week-old baby girl with a nice head of brown hair. At 50, she's going to be running after a 5-year-old child. Last fall, I became a certified scuba diver; what next?
So, 50 truly is the new 35.
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