As I always state in my late June entries, my birthday is in early July. Because of that, I really do see my calendar years as distinct halves. And I will always start to look back at what’s happened over the past six months. However, this birthday is different. This one isn’t just some random number. This is one of those milestone birthdays. This one is 50. My countdown to 50 years of age is now at just 3 days to go (as of when this is being published).
To try to get a gauge of where I am now compared to where I’ve been, I looked back at my entry from 10 years ago. I entered my 40s with questions. In the back of my mind, there was some dread. Ugh. 40s. I’m old. As I’m leaving my 40s, I’ve such a change of perspective. Not only do I no longer see 40 as old, I don’t see 50 as old. I don’t even really see 60 as old, but I don’t want to think about me at 60 just yet.
10 years ago, I talked about my perspective on life. There was a balance that was starting to form there. I think that over the past 10, I’ve continued to find that balance and perspective.
It’s very easy for me to look at where I am at 50 and think I’m not “where I’m supposed to be.” But, where am I supposed to be? I’m here now. Yeah, you may look at the surface and say “here” is the same place that I’ve been, but is it? It’s a matter of perspective. Yes, there’s that word again.
I wasn’t a rebellious teenager. I was, as my 6th grade teacher, Mr. Ring described, “that quiet kid in the corner.” I don’t know if teenage me wanted attention or wanted to be left alone.
I was angry in my 20s. I told people that my anger kept me awake. Looking back, not only do I not know why I was angry, I’ve learned that anger is exhausting.
My 30s were a bit rough at times, but I got through them. My 40s were the decade where I may have come into my own.
Well, look what’s happened in the past decade of my life. We had the COVID-19 Pandemic, which was a pretty big deal. Barely leaving my house to do anything social for about two years was both great and not great. For someone who has dealt with serious social anxiety at times, it was wonderful. But, I also missed doing things. I came out of the Pandemic with a greater appreciation for my friends. I actually became closer with some during that time, which may seme ironic. But, I’m sure that some of you will understand that as well.
I don’t want to look at the completion of 50 years as “the first half of my life” and what’s in front of me as “the second half.” I’m being realistic when I say that I probably crossed that “halfway” threshold a few years ago. But then again, as we’ve recently celebrated the 100th birthdays of Dick Van Dyke and (even more recently) Mel Brooks, anything is possible. Either way, I have optimism that I haven’t had before.
I’m entering my 50s with a determination to get into the best shape of my life. And that includes physically, mentally, emotionally, and financially. As much as I’ve struggled with my weight over, getting myself in great physical shape seems to be the easiest of the goals that I just described. Although, I think if I make improvements there, the mental and emotional shape will improve as well. The financial thing, well that’s a big more complicated. I’m working on it. Slowly, but surely.
I spoken of the anger of my 20s. That’s been replaced by gratitude in my 40s. I want to continue that gratitude into my 50s and beyond. I truly like being grateful. I don’t have it so bad. I have friends in various parts of my country. I have friends in other countries. I have friends on other continents. In the past decade alone, I’ve contributed stories to a biography, I’ve appeared in two music videos, I did backing vocals on an album of a band that I’ve been listening to for 30 years, and I recently did an appearance on a podcast that I’ve been listening to for 20 years. None of those things may seem like a big deal to you, but they play a big part of my gratitude. It’s the simple things that I’ve been allowed to do that I appreciate. By all means, I appreciate the big things too, such as my job, my relationship, and others.
I like me. I like my life.
Not long ago, me saying those last two sentences would have seemed out of character for me. They would to be forced out of me. I probably wouldn’t sound confident if I had said them. But, at this very moment, I can confidently say them. I mean them. In my entry from 10 years ago, I was talking about how it was weird that I could discuss having pride any of any of my accomplishments. I think I’ve come a long way since then.
So enough about where I’ve been and where I’ve gotten to. 50 years have been completed. What’s next for me? For the most part, I want to stay on the course that I’m on. As I said, I like where I am. That doesn’t mean that there can’t be tweaks to the course. There’s always detours along the way. Even though I said earlier that I don’t want to think about 60 just yet, I’m genuinely looking forward to revisiting this post in 10 years. I hope that my blog entry at 60 has even more optimism than this one does. Although, who knows what format or service will be available for blogs in 2036? I’ll worry about that when I have to.
In my entry from two years ago I mentioned a quote from Philip Jack Brooks. When asked how he’s doing, he’ll reply “I woke up today.” He feels that every day he wakes up is good and whatever other good stuff happens from there just adds to how good the day is. I’ve adopted that and Warren Zevon’s “enjoy every sandwich” as mantras that keep me grounded. They keep me grateful. It took me a while, but I’m here.










