In a few days I'll turn 50 years old. Fifty! Ten decades... Half a century OLD.
I certainly don't feel fifty. I don't even feel like a grown-up yet - but of course, I must be. I have a 32 year old son... a 30 year old son... my BABY is 25 and my sweetheart-at-sixteen husband is 54... oh - and then there's the FIVE grandchildren - so yes, I must be fifty.
Fifty used to seem ancient. I thought fifty year olds were so wise and all-knowing. I assumed they felt confident in their wisdom. But here I am - almost there - and no one has given me any clue as to what I should know (in case someone asks me something!) There is no screening process to becoming one of the "fifty-something" set. You just get on the AARP mailing list and "twang" you're OLD enough.
I'm sure I'll post more on this milestone - but for now, I just wonder, when will I start feeling wise?