Do you know what day today is?
Well, for starters, it's Pearl Harbor Day, but that's not the topic for my post.
Besides being Pearl Harbor Day, today is also the day I was born, four years more than half a century ago.
Wow. Just typing that makes me realize that I am making it sound like I feel kind of...old, which is certainly not how I feel. It's just that I remember a time when 30 sounded incredibly old, you know? Now, I have a child that's 30 years old.
Anyway.
I had a point I was going with in this post and now I cannot remember for the life of me what it was.(Oh. My. Gawd. I hate that part of being fifty-something.)
Oh yes, that's where I was. Fifty-something. (And holding.)
Now, if you're still in your forties, you'll vaguely get this, and if you're in your thirties you most likely won't really be able to relate..and..if you're still in your twenties, I won't expect you to grasp a single word in this blog post. (Now, if you're fifty-plus, you'll nod in agreement as you read this, and then want to share it with a friend later today, but you won't be able to remember who's blog you read it on)
This being said, I think fifty four years old is just a hair past middle aged these days, if you ask me. (I think that I have mentioned before that I plan to live to be 104, so...do the math. See? Fifty-four is just a hair past middle aged, if my calculations are correct.) And, we half-century aged kids are at the stage where we can really enjoy life, because we are young enough to live active lives, and old enough to "get" what really matters in life. We still know how to go out and have a great time. (it just takes us a little longer to completely recover from a good time.)
I was thinking about this last night, it being the eve of my almost-can't-hardly-deny-I'm-in-my-mid-fifties birthday, and the fact that I had just had a very busy (and fun!) weekend. It began with the Bret Michael's concert Friday night, as well as an action-filled college-rivalry football party Saturday, (The Ducks and the Beavers 114th Annual Civil War game) and a wine tasting Sunday. So, here's my take about the way you roll when you're fifty-four: (the good, the bad, and the ugly)
The Good: When you're fifty-four, you still know how to rock and roll, and have a great time out and about on a Saturday night.
The Bad: When you're fifty-four, you can't read the wine (or microbrew) list without your readers while you're having a great time out and about on a Saturday night.
Oh, and the wait-staff might call you "Ma'am".
And no one will ask for your ID.
Ever again.
The Ugly: When you're fifty four, you will need to sleep in later than ever before after a night of having a great time out and about on a Saturday night, and you may very possibly wake up Sunday afternoon very-late morning with a really stiff neck (or shoulder, or arm, or whatever) not from being out and about on a Saturday night, but from sleeping hard with your neck bent or your arm cramped up, and it will take the entire day to feel okay again.
Ya, that's pretty much how you roll at fifty-something. I must say that, all in all, I'm pretty happy with this stage in my life and I'll be celebrating being fifty-something all day today!
