Turning 50 is a Blessing!
I am choosing not to get upset over this…in time it will get better or else I will call my orthopedist and have him help me with this new injury. A younger version of myself would have been annoyed, but I am just accepting what is. Getting upset won't make my foot better, and it will make me feel even worse.
As I often tell me children, Accept. Adapt. And move on.
That is just one of the joys of turning 50, if you choose to embrace it.
George Cloony's Take on Aging
I’m kind of comfortable with getting older because it’s better than the other option, which is being dead. So I’ll take getting older.
This is Not Your Mother's 50
I am considered a Baby Boomer, since I was born in 1964. The world I grew up in is so much different than the one my children are experiencing. My friends and I are not like our mothers, who had us in their early twenties and had empty nests before they reach this milestone birthday.
My peers and I typically married at a later age, or if they were like me, married young and held off having children until their thirties. My mom was 38 when it was my Bat Mitzvah back in 1977, I will be 51 when my twins have their B’nai Mitzvah next year. So many mothering experiences happened to her when she was younger, as opposed to me, who is one of the oldest mothers in my children’s school. Would she have parented differently if she were an older mom with more life having been lived before having my brother and me?
None of my friends have empty nests yet…although a few are just a year away from this. My nest will still have baby birds in it until I am in my late 50’s, past the age when my mom became a grandmother!
No, turning 50 no longer means that your spouse and you are finally free of hands on parenting. For many of us, that will not happen until our sixties.
Letting Go of the Past
I have always been a person who holds onto things long after it is necessary or healthy. Not physical things, but emotional ones. Hurts from the past would still echo in my brain. Even though I put them in a virtual box and shelved them, they were still there, just unseen.
This past winter, I decided to let go of a very heavy hurt. My husband and I walked away from his family about eight years ago. While I will not share why, suffice to say it had been a long time coming. We played the part of “one big happy family” for my father-in-law, but when a line had been crossed, it was over.
My husband’s oldest sister was apologetic, and over the years had attempted to reach out to us. My husband could not be bothered, he had been so hurt by her actions.
When we returned from an overnight stay that I had planned for his 50th birthday, (our first time away in over eleven years), we came home to a message on our answering machine from his sister. She wanted all of us to come to her house so she could make a birthday dinner for her baby brother (she is almost twenty years older than my husband).
I looked at my husband and told him to call her back and accept.
I know that would never have happened just a few years earlier.
His birthday celebration was delightful, and it was so freeing to let go of the past hurts and forge ahead. I am positive that we will see each other again in the future. And I know my husband was very happy with seeing his family again.
For myself, letting go meant reuniting with a long lost friend. After sharing my daughter’s story about her eating disorder, my friend, whom I have not seen in six years, called. About an hour into the conversation, I told her I had something to say.
I shared why I had stopped speaking to her, and she knew that was the reason (and yet she never called to explain herself!). We both cried at the time we had lost over this misunderstanding, and she apologized for not being there when I needed someone to lean on.
While she lives across the country, we will hopefully see each other when flies in and visits family this summer.
Let It Go-My New Mantra for This Stage of My Life
George Burns Lived to 100-Here is What He Said on Getting Older
You can't help getting older, but you do not have to get old.
Letting Go-Ending Unhealthy Relationships
The older I get and the more life throws at me, the less patience I have for whiners and complainers. After living through my daughter’s eating disorder, my patience level for so many things decreased. When your child becomes critically ill, nothing else seems to matter.
I had a life long friend who had a very difficult childhood. This affected her entire adult life, and she had many, many problems. I had always been there when she needed me, but with each passing crisis, it became more and more of a challenge to be around her. She was doing all the taking and I was doing all the giving. Months would pass without a word from her, and then I would get a text about something horrible happening.
I would then contact my friend about this newest situation, and she would drain me with her tales of woe, many of which were preventable. Over time, when I saw her name on the Caller ID, I would not pick up. I no longer had the desire to see her or be her friend.
My older daughter told me it would be unkind to “unfriend” her on Facebook, so I just never responded to her comments or inbox messages.
It took two years of ignoring her (social media makes it so hard to just step out of someone’s life and she did not take the hint), but this past December, she finally unfriended me. I felt relieved, as I no longer had to dodge her attempts at contacting me. If it makes her feel better to think she was the one to pull the plug on our friendship, I am fine with that.
Olivia Munn's Fantastic Outlook on Women Maturing
I think women should start to embrace their age. What's the alternative to getting older? You die. I can't change the day I was born. But I can take care of my skin, my body, my mind, and try to live my life and be happy.
Aging Gracefullyconstantly bombarded with images of how we “should” look as we age.
Celebrities age differently than we do…they have lots of money, time and help to maintain their appearance. After all, their bread and butter depends on it!
I accept the changes on my face, but I do not always like them! While I am still slim and petite for a woman my age, my weight has shifted to places where they will remain, no matter how many times a week I work out to Jillian Michaels. My favorite hair color no longer hides the gray as well as it used to, so I have to touch it up more often.
I will embrace the changes, because being sad over them does me no good. I will continue to take care of my appearance, as it relates to both my mental and physical health. Eating right, exercising, being social and being grateful are all things I can do to help me age with grace.
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