I had seen friends rue the day they turned 50. ‘Oh I will be old’. ‘Oh I wont be able to do all that I wished to do’. ‘Where DID my life go?’ These are the reactions I often got from people who had reached that golden number.
The day I turned 50 was a day like any other. Woke up to the regular morning chores and went about my day with joy celebrating myself. Did all that I was doing the day before when I was 49. Nothing seemed like the ‘end of my life’ or ‘old’.
In fact with the boys all grown up and doing their own thing, the house taking care of itself, most of my responsibilities seemed like a thing of the past.
This was indeed MY time. The time where I could do whatever I wished to do. And with only ME to question my choices on how to spend my day/ week/ month/ year.
Turning 50 was uplifting in a special way. This chapter was one I was going to enjoy the most. I felt renewed and powerful and in control of who matters the most to me- ME.
I wondered what it was that my friends were talking about. At this age I got a lot more respect for my words and people took me seriously.
The years gone by have offered me wisdom and responsibility. The mistakes I have made have had time to be rectified and not repeated.
My stint with voice overs seems successful since people are now looking for mature voices. Voices that speak with authority and self assurance.
I walk into a store with the confidence of a person who knows what she wants. No dilly dallying about choices. I also know that at this age I command more respect that I did in all the years gone by.
But above all, my age lines can now be called laugh lines. 50 is a glorious number.