Turning Bleeping Fifty

I started a post several days ago, when I was feeling all optimistic and happy with the world, about turning fifty – which I do tomorrow, September 9th. It was filled with all sorts of positive things and how my life has gone nothing like I’d imagine it would go back when I was a young and ignorant teenager. Despite the shit storm I lived through during my jr. high school and high school years, I still had idealistic fantasies about growing up, getting married, having 3.2 kids, a dog, and a house with a white picket fence. Boy, was I living in la la land. That’s what having no personal boundaries will do to you. You live everyone else’s ideas and dreams except your own, and you don’t even know your own.

birthday cake

What I’ve learned is that when I was a teenager, I never in my wildest dreams could have imagined what my life would look like at 50. Not a clue in hell. In a lot of ways, my life is better than I could imagine. And in other ways, when you are young, you can never appreciate how your body will age and deteriorate without your consent.

Just the other day, I decided to really check out the lines around my eyes. Not too bad yet. I am cursed to have oily skin the occasional zit, still. But on the plus side, it’s delaying major face wrinkles. The backs of my hands aren’t so lucky. They look a good 15 years older than they should. Sun damage is for real kids.

As I was inspecting my eye area, I noticed a white eyebrow hair, and then another. WTF? White eyebrow hairs? What’s next, white eyelashes? I guess those few rogue hairs slipped down from my hairline, where I have salt and pepper hair on top.

Then, just last night, as I brushed my teeth, I notice a white hair protruding from above my lip, to the outside of my mouth. It stuck out about 3 times further than any other facial hair has dared to stick out. A true rebel. I just hope this isn’t the beginning of a trend that will soon look an awful lot like a mustache.

Breaking bones and having surgery is not for the middle-aged. Having all of that fun over a year ago, I still have swelling and aches, reminding me that I’m no spring chicken anymore.

WalterAnd people make a big deal out of bad backs for a reason. They are cranky, easily irritated, and remind me of Jeff Dunham’s irascible Walter.

Along with bad backs and arthritic joints comes sleep apnea and interrupted sleep. I long for the days when I would wake up completely rested and refreshed. I guess that’s what they make coffee for. Too bad I can’t stand the stuff.

The year before my fiftieth also brought more and new health challenges. But thanks to what I’ve learned over the past four years about energy medicine and applying it directly to my life, I’ve overcome type 2 diabetes, and I’m releasing excess weight fairly easily. Sixty-six pounds gone so far. Yay me!

Woe be unto the person who tries to punch through my personal boundaries today. I stand firmly with both feet on the ground (most of the time).

fun shoes

Speaking of feet, I’ve learned that as I’ve aged, my feet have spread out. And as much as I’d love to wear these cute shoes, no way in hell am I going to sacrifice comfort for style by cramming my tootsies into medium width shoes when they need and deserve wides. My feet have gone through too much to wear shoes that will make them hurt.

dansko shoes

So, instead, I found these cuties and bought them!

 

 

 

 

As I sit here on the eve of my fiftieth birthday, my body is definitely feeling it’s age; but I wouldn’t go back to being twenty-five for anything (other than having a non-achy body). I’ve survived hell and have risen far about it. I’ve discovered and lived some of my dreams. I know myself more and more all the time. I have come so far, had so many life experiences, changed and grown so very much that I can only imagine how much more I’ll grow in the next several years. I’m claiming and owning every single day of these fifty years.

Me two days before my fiftieth!

Me two days before my fiftieth!

 

 

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About mariner2mother

I'm a mother of a very spirited 14 year old son, and a former merchant ship's deck officer. To feed my creative side I take photos and make a very occasional batch of soap. I am also Reiki attuned and am a student of Energy Healing, having used several healing modalities to work on myself and my family.
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24 Responses to Turning Bleeping Fifty

  1. Nyambura says:

    Happy Birthday!! In your beautiful words, may you continue to gain, claim, and own a lot of years ahead of you. 🙂

  2. janonlife says:

    A very happy birthday to you, Susan! For me, the years after 50 were my best yet – certainly plenty of problems and aches and pains, but the strength, confidence and resilience to get through them all and still keep yelling ‘Bring it on!’ to the Universe. I’m exactly 63 and a half today 🙂

    • Thanks Jan! And a happy half birthday to you. It’s interesting; I feel like I’m graduating from being young and inexperienced, and growing into the contingent of wise women. Perhaps one of the babies of that contingent, but in the club now.

      • janonlife says:

        And a great club it is! When I moved to Glastonbury, one of the first people I met was a lady some years older than me. She exuded wisdom, experience and kindness. She told me that she loved being a crone, and although I was initially surprised, I can now see exactly what she meant. But you’re right – you’re still a baby! 🙂

  3. candidkay says:

    Happy Birthday! You and I are soul sisters on the shoes. I have a similar pair but black patent with studs on them. Enjoy the day, your shoes and your lifetime of acquired wisdom:)!

    • Thank you Kay! Black patent with studs? Too fun!! It’s funny, this past spring when I did some major healing it changed me in big ways. I feel like a big chunk of me came back to me and I’m caring about fashion and looking and feeling good again. Just picked out new eyeglasses frames today and they are designer frames with glitter! I haven’t cared about being fashionable since my 20’s. It’s a lot of fun.

  4. Happy birthday Susan! Oh I agree, I wouldn’t go back to 25 either. 35 maybe. 😉 but I’m quite happy where I am today. Lovely to see a pic!

  5. Feliz, feliz, feliz and more feliz cumpleaños to you!!!!!!!!!! I hear you and second everything you have said on this post!!
    Welcome to this exclusive (often times sucky) club! I hope you are doing something fun right now. 🙂 🙂

  6. HaPPy Bleeping Birthday lovely Susan! You are finding your groove; changing and growing, and gathering new sparkle every day! Embrace it. I know it sucks sometimes (trust me, my chin hairs sometimes tickle my chest!) but how great to not be stumbling along anymore. That is for youth. Happy birthday! Hope your day is wonderful!

  7. CBurns says:

    Happy Birthday! Thanks for the laughs. I’m right behind you clinging on to 49 1/2! I gave up on uncomfortable shoes almost 10 years ago. Just not worth it 🙂 And may i just say “you look mahvelous dahling”!

  8. emjayandthem says:

    Darn right sister – Claim it = and loudly!! 51 and going strong 🙂 Happy Belated Birthday! MJ

  9. vgfoster says:

    Happy Birthday, and welcome to the club! You look great and congratulations on how far you’ve come. Everything is better when we’re in the driver’s seat and taking charge of our lives.

  10. Thanks and yesiree bob, it is definitely better when we’re in the driver’s seat. Welcome!

  11. Michelle says:

    Happy belated birthday! Personally..I am a huge fan of 50..and 51 isn’t bad, either. 🙂

  12. rucheebatra says:

    Interesting blogs!..and motivating too!. Happy 50th Birthday! 🙂

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