Today I completed my 49th solar orbit. Now I’m starting out on the big FIVE-OH trip. Normally I want these orbits to seem like they last as long as possible. However, this year I am kind of looking forward to getting this one over with quickly. Why would I want a year of my life to go by quicker? I’m anxious to get out of my 40’s, that’s why.
When I was in my 20’s I was young but I didn’t know it. I was married with two kids and I thought I was all grown up.
Then I hit my 30’s, which usually freaks people out, but I was fine with it. In my 30’s I got to do things that I should have been doing in my 20’s if I hadn’t been to busy trying to grow up so fast. I also met the person I was really meant to be with for the rest of my life, my soulmate, Michele.
Then came the 40’s and all of a sudden I/we didn’t fit in anymore. We were too old to be considered young and too young to be considered old. It’s the purgatory of age groups. You don’t fit in anywhere.
So I’m ready to be 50 and just call myself old. Saying I’m old is not a bad connotation. It doesn’t mean I am going to start eating dinner at 4, sit in a rocker on the porch (although we do have a pair) and yell at those kids to get off my lawn! Ha! What kids? They are all on their phones and the only way they would be on my lawn is if they wandered on to it by mistake while snap chatting. Hmmm, OK maybe I will do a little old man bitching, but my point is that I will still be going to work, will still be hiking up mountains, and still be living life. I can do all that and call my self old at the same time right?