how to be fifty - the first blog
Today marks the first day of my 50th year. While it sounds like a long time and looks like a big number, it feels like I arrived here in no time at all. Where the hell did all that time go?
Lifehack.org calculates that we have 700,800 hours in a lifetime. It sounds so short, so finite and so precious. The only thing worse than having already used up over 430,000 hours is working out I only have 264,000 left!
When I think of the pockets of time I have wasted, even just today, I feel an urgency to run out and madly start doing all the things I’ve always wanted to do. But in truth, I wouldn’t even know where to start. It’s been so easy to get to my 50th year in a blur and not really know what I’m on about or where I’m going.
Looking back, I can break my life thus far into some clear chunks. My 20s were about university and babies – two degrees, 9 years and 3 jobs; my thirties were about my children and their schooling, the juggling of those busy years with work; and my 40s have been about progressing in my career and having a bit more freedom for travel.
As I approach my fifties, I don’t really know what to expect. Will this be some magical milestone where I become a real grown up? Will this mark my transition to fabulousness? Or a steady decline towards cranky old lady?
Society has painted various portraits of the 50 year old woman over time – from the stay at home housewife that our mothers were to today’s impossible celebrity ‘role models’ – and everything in between. None of these are realistic enough or close enough to my reality to offer me any guidance.
There’ll be no mid-life crisis for me (I had that when I turned 30 - yes, seriously!) - I’m far too sensible. My life philosophy is pretty simple - I want to be healthy and happy, connected and engaged with life and I want to be in the driver’s seat, making my own decisions and choices.
I figure that in my fifties there will be more time for me to get to know myself and do things of interest to me. Now, I’m not the jumping out of a plane type so don’t expect a roller coaster ride. I’m sure I’m no different to many other women my age who just need to hit the pause button and put themselves first for a change.
After years of drifting along in my life, it’s time for me to stop wasting time, to start spending time understanding what is important to me and then making time for me.
I want to leap into my fifties with positivity, optimism and energy and I want to do more than live - I want to be and feel alive.
But I don't know how to do it yet so follow me as I learn how to be fifty.