Fifty feels like 25 years ago I had a whole life ahead of me. Anything was possible.
Fifty feels like 25 years from now may not be a possibility. I've lived more than I have yet to live.
Fifty fears every mammogram, as the magical ticking time bomb of familial breast cancer is waiting to go off. Am I next?
Fifty feels like creaking knees and a frustrating ache in that one spot that acts up when the weather turns.
Fifty hands look like my mother's hands.
Fifty feels like dry eyes, dry mouth, dry skin, dry hair, and dry down there.
Fifty feels like night sweats and cold hands.
Fifty feels alarming when hairs are discovered in places where hair shouldn't be and wrinkles in places they should, and neither were there the day before.
Fifty feels like a hangover after 2 beers, and gets heartburn with wine. That sucks.
Fifty feels like grey hair is winning the war and owning L'Oreal stock might be a good investment.
Fifty likes elastic waist pants.
Fifty feels like most days you don't give a shit about what other people think about you.
Fifty feels like carrying an umbrella and wearing boots and a rain coat and a hood and making sure there's a scarf and gloves and a frost scraper in the car.
Fifty loves heated car seats.
Fifty feels like calories burn at .0045 the rate of calories burned at age 25. The age to calorie burn ratio is off.
Fifty likes not having periods, cramps, acne and greasy hair.
Fifty feels like wanting to try new things but fifty years of doubts, fears, anxieties, and negative inner-voices are happy to undo the excitement of trying new things. Fifty needs to make those voices shut up.
Fifty feels wise.
Fifty feels emotionally calm and thoughtful.
Fifty misses forty. Fifty won't even think about thirty.
Fifty feels like teaching the kids to avoid the hurt and disappointments of life that lie ahead. But its those hurts and disappointments that will help them be wise at fifty.
Fifty feels like endurance.
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