The Realization

One day I woke up and I was 50 years old. I really don't know how that happened. The last thing I remember is being 38 and pregnant. I remember thinking I was too old to be having a baby at this point. Well that baby is 12 years old now, and I am 50. At first I was bummed out when I learned that I was now middle-aged.

The first thing I thought about was now I have to check the last box when I fill out forms. I used to feel a head of the game when my box was in the middle of the pack, but now I'm part of the 50+ crowd yippeeee! Now I have to look forward to the "A" word - AGING, which includes sagging skin, brittle bones, weight gain, wrinkles, hair loss, gray hair, and AARP. There is just one problem - I don't feel 50. I feel fabulous. This is my journey, my year of fabulosity. My quest to age gracefully, and to age well. So here's to being 50 and to being fabulous as I check the last box!