I vividly remember the moment a neighbor shared she was celebrating her 50th birthday, and I was shocked to hear that number, as any thirty-something would be, right? It is halfway to a hundred after all. That moment was a long time ago, and now I have not only rolled into my fifties but am moving through them. I have much to be grateful for each day. As my children have grown to become self- sufficient adults, I have few regrets but rather a sense of urgency to do more, see more and be more. There must be something about freeing up all that parental energy and worry time it took to raise children.
In many ways, my current age still shocks me. It is as if I put my head down in my thirties to do the heavy lifting of parenting and now with my youngest off at college, I truly can lift my head and look around. It feels like my life has been on hold and I’m just getting back to it after roughly two decades. It leaves me wondering what is next. I will need to harness some of that energy, previously used to parent, to embrace the wondering, be in the moment, take some chances and grab some joy just for me or at least I will try after getting over the half century thing 😊.