Don’t get me wrong, I’ve always enjoyed my birthday and embrace each new age with a sense of hope and optimism, but with 50, there’s also a sense of urgency and…whoa!!…I’ve not felt before. Note that I didn’t say that the hope and optimism are gone…it’s just that urgency and whoa!! has been added to the mix. And that’s okay. Bring it!A sense of urgency and whoa! is pretty much how I'm feeling too, although I don't have a landmark birthday coming up. I will be turning 42 in December, which is divisible by 2, 3, 6, and 7. Not 5.
In my thirties, I had the delusion if I lived clean and took care of my skin, I could somehow be the one person who got to avoid aging. Now when I go to Ulta, the salespeople recommend products with names like "Wrinkle revenge." I think I still look pretty good, but I'm starting to see some lines around my eyes, and I'm starting to feel bad about my neck. Not too bad, but wishing it was the way it used to be when I ignored it. My hair has been going gray for years, so I color it. As I told a friend, "I spend a lot of money just trying to look normal." That goes double for my Sephora addiction.
All of this results in a sense of urgency, as if I might not have endless years to continue futzing around before I start finding myself. It makes it clear that anything I really want to do, I should probably start doing.
Most of all it makes me want to take care of myself and appreciate the way I look and feel now, and keep moving steadily toward my goals.
Don't forget to stop by Karen's blog and wish her a happy birthday.