Let’s face it 50 is a milestone birthday!
Maybe 50 isn’t on the top of the list for birthday celebrations, it is none the less just as important.
Upon turning turning 16, I was excited at the thought of getting behind the wheel. When 18 hit I was now an adult. Putting me on the same adult playing field as my parents….or so I blindly thought. Finally let’s not forget the magical age of 19, the age I could drink legally (in Ontario) and see what goes on in those restricted places we were not permitted.
*The latter milestone would turn out to be an appendage rather than the badge of honour my young self wore with nativity.
Upon it sinking in I was on the countdown to my own 50th birthday, I used it as a benchmark to get the things completed I failed to tackle or finish up to that point. “I plan on losing 25 pounds before I turn 50” etc etc etc. To be honest, I did not lose the weight, get to the gym, skydive, or climb Machu Picchu and so on.
Turning 50 just really felt like life as I knew it was ending. But why? Emotionally and mentally I channeled a young hip gal. Cruising through my 30s and 40s I was always on top of my outward appearance. Yo-yo dieting to get the last 10-15 pounds off before a vacation or an event. Not healthy but fast results.
Since hitting fifty my shift in thinking was to be more ”healthy” not skinny. in my opinion, to me the word “healthy” is a safe word…”I might be curvy but I am healthy”. I want to believe my body is my temple. This temple is now in the process of getting a refresh starting with pursuing opportunities that are still available to this MCM. I may never skydive; but Machu Picchu just went on the bucket list!
Age is just a number.
Namaste
MCM 🙏🏻
Mid-Century Mama 