life after 50
One woman was in her fifties and I overheard her telling a colleague that she was going to work this year on Christmas and New Years.
When I turned 50, I was confused: Could I still wear jeans? Do I still want sex? Will I ever be able to run in a marathon? Could I finally lose those last 10 pounds that piled on after menopause? Is this the when I become invisible? (Answers: yes, yes, yes, yes, and not a shot in hell.)
I used to hate running. Back in my elementary school days the dreaded 'Field Day' came around like clockwork every June. For me, it was one of the worst days of the school year. Fast forward a few decades to the year before I turned 50.
So life isn’t panning out the way you hoped...
My old literature teacher would call that a pathetic fallacy, my giving inanimate objects, even flowers, a human character -- but the more humans become objects, the easier I find it to admire the beauty of that abandoned and lovely ladder.
I was more cynical in my 20s than I am now, and I don't miss how the anticipation of the new was always tinged with the anxiety of getting something wrong. The only things I really miss about youth are skin elasticity, my natural hair color, and a higher metabolism.