This post is a couple of weeks overdue, but life happens sometimes, right? And more likely than not, given how little I pursue my birthday as an event – it probably has something to do with it. But I am now 50. AARP eligible. But when I think about it, being 50 is just a number.
I know a bunch of people – my peers from high school and other walks of life – who have seen turning 50 this year as a watershed moment. A time to take stock and do a self assessment. But when I think about it – 50, it’s just a number still.
I look at life as full of milestone moments – if you’re heads up and looking ahead those moments of assessment and self scoring should be ongoing.
What would happen if I hit 50 and suddenly realized my life lacked meaning? I suppose that’s where the mid-life crisis is born. But that’s not me.
Physically, with the exception of a cranky hip I’m feeling better than I have in a long time.
Emotionally, I think I’m in better shape than I’ve been in for a while as well.
My kids are doing well – in school, in life and in general.
My career is going in the right direction
So what do I have to look back at and decide I need to restart? I don’t think anything – but that’s through the lens of looking ahead – and staying at a high level of keeping my eyes on the goals of my kids, my life and my choices.
Not to say I would never want a do-over on something here or there – but there’s no need to wait half a century and try to unring the bells. A friend of mine posted on Facebook this morning a great link about being wiling to say, “I need to start again,” and it’s exactly right.
So 50, it’s just a number. Now it’s 50 and a couple of weeks.