Life at 50. A new era. A new decade. Another obstacle under my belt. DONE. No more thinking about "OMG I'm gonna be FIFTY". It's here.
I don't FEEL different. Not that I expected I would. 30 didn't feel different. Or 40. Why should 50?
Yesterday when I was talking to Sonia's (divamom) mother, who is a stunning 62 year old, I told her the only problem I had with 50 was justifying my age with my maturity level. In my head I am not 50.
She said "why do you have to?"
Happy birthday to me.
A brief snippet of memory - every birthday that I can remember from my childhood includes me coming out for breakfast and finding my placemat covered in a ring of wildflowers from our yard. My mom and grandmother NEVER failed to do that. I ate my cereal among flowers.