I've still got it, right? That's what I quietly told myself as I was out having dinner with friends one night. Since it was Friday, and I was taking Saturday off, I could stay out as late as I wanted. But secretly -- I was ready to head home by 9 p.m. and curl up with Netflix.
The day I became vested in the Teachers Retirement System of Texas, I retired. I was 51, and had taught school for 29 years. Sure, I was young for a retiree, but aging school teachers are measured with a multiplier more in terms of 'dog years' than regular years.
Turning 40 10 years ago wasn't so bad -- I realized I could finally stop explaining my behaviors and choices to others. Turning 50 was a tad different, not just because it's half of a century, but because there have been points in my life where reaching 50 might not have been possible.
Are you one of those people who lies about your age? Welcome to that particular club. I used to be member and I’ll tell you
One of the best presents I've ever received was something I gave to myself. It was three years ago, and for my 50th birthday, when I gave myself permission to try something outside of my comfort zone.
The silence began and it was as if my mind joined up as a member of Opus Dei, infamous for their practices around mortification
In less than a week, I'll be dipping my toes in the big 5-0. But it's not the toe-dipping that rattles my nerves. As all mid-lifers know, it starts with a little 'testing of the water' and the next thing we know we're half-way through a decade and beyond!
I used to run past construction sites in NYC, as the workmen whistled and shouted out a list of catcalls that went from "Rambette ... to "Beat me up, baby!" I suppose this was their reaction to my having embraced the women's bodybuilding craze of the 1980s.
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.
Two weeks ago I turned 50. I wondered if I would wake up suddenly wiser, or with osteoporosis, but 50 felt no different than 49 -- which is true of most milestone birthdays. Do you remember turning 10? Of course not. (Though no one made senior citizen jokes when I turned 10.)