Soon, I’ll be 50. I would be about halfway through my life if I were to be blessed with longevity. Coincidentally, the lives of people in their 50s have been popping up for me in recent weeks. Or perhaps, I noticed them more. I process things slowly and don’t think fast on my feet unless I’m in super comfortable situations or with my close friends. When I started dating for the first time at 41, I was horrible not knowing all the etiquette, rules, and safety precautions. Being polite and friendly, I let the first man I met online into my apartment during our first date; my girlfriend texted me frantically, telling me not to do that.
My favorite bit because I hope for the same - “I hope in my fifties, I’ll continue to be surprised by the flowers in the spring, the smell of the ocean or fire when I stand right in front of it, musical notes that let me forget myself, and stories that move me to the core, that show humility, kindness, and authenticity in life. The list doesn’t end here.”
50s
My favorite bit because I hope for the same - “I hope in my fifties, I’ll continue to be surprised by the flowers in the spring, the smell of the ocean or fire when I stand right in front of it, musical notes that let me forget myself, and stories that move me to the core, that show humility, kindness, and authenticity in life. The list doesn’t end here.”
Loved this blog and totally resonated with it!