What does turning 5-0 mean to you?
A birthday party decorated in black? That’s so senseless; americans sometimes have a cruel sense of humor. Go to the party store, and you see black hats, black napkins, black paper plates and plastic utensils for the 5-0 celebration. And they don’t just have it in black; they also offer ribbons that say “Over the Hill”.
In the early 1900s, life expectancy of the average american is 47 years old. Now, it’s expected to be past 80. Some even call 50 the new 30. 50 is the tail end of the baby-boomer generation, which comprises a large segment of population with someone hitting 50 at every 8 seconds.
I’m taking the whole week off, to merely stay home and do nothing. Nothing turns out to be something. Actually, it’s a very busy nothing. Today, I helped Hung paint the room, went to the library, got egg rolls and coffee, made chicken soup, made chè đậu đỏ, did the translation of Molière’s Ecole des Femmes for Tina, filled out application for Ohlone College, emailed Eric. All the while being very aware of my turning 50 this coming Wednesday.
I realize turning 50 affects me emotionally, physically, financially. It’s a time to pause and think and be grateful of what I have accomplished. I read somewhere that we take in the external effects to build our first half of life. We allowed friends, relatives, society to mold us into what we are. In the second half, we redefine our life from our own consciousness, and express it outward. Emotionally, we’re more mature, we’ve acquired more living experience and therefore wiser. So yes, older does have its advantage of being wiser.
Physically, I can’t seem to lose the extra pounds. A month ago, I made a goal to weigh 120 lbs by the time i turned 50. And here I am, still 3 lbs over. Maybe I’ll postpone that goal till Christmas? Maybe those extra 3 lbs hold the wisdom I’ve gained? Yes, that must be it. Nothing going downhill yet, not even the boobs :) I see miracles everytime I use my reading glasses. I now have about 10 pairs lying around the house, in the car, and always one in my purse. I can’t do anything about the eyes. But I do plan to workout to stay in shape. My son Eric said so!
Financially, I’m still collecting paychecks and plan to continue doing so until they kick me out the door. I see paychecks as the means for other things. Can’t travel or drink Starbucks twice a day on retirement income! I’m also making plans for a second career. Too soon to say though …. But the point is, it’s never too late to start anything.
I notice that I’ve started to change my priorities. I think of myself and my needs first. Not in the selfish way of I-Me-Mine. Now, I make decisions because they make sense to me; not because of pressure from outside. I don’t go shopping and buy things on impulse anymore. I find myself more readily to throw or give away things around the house. Work is important; but not more than my family.
2007 is really a big year for me. Tina will be going to college this summer. Sue has warned me about the empty-nest syndrome – kids leaving home. I can’t say how I would feel then without Tina. When Eric left, yes, I missed him. But knowing that he’s where he has always dreamed to be, that makes my heart peaceful and happy. And if I feel good about it, then it must be a good thing.
Looking back … Challenges faced, opportunities missed, what would have happened if I had taken another path … I’ve come a long way… I’ve embraced all twists and turns of life’s journey. And I can’t wait to see what’s in store for me in the next few decades. What else can I accomplish?
But writing the above doesn’t mean I’m not at all worried. I assure you that turning 50 is a BIG step. I’ve been thinking about it since December last year. My best friend turned 50 on December 17. I wasn’t with her. I even avoided talking to her, because I avoided the fact that she, meaning I soon, can turn 50. We went to high school together. And we keep thinking that we’re high-school kids when we see each other. So yes, I admit. I’m scared. I thought of nothing when I turned 40. Or 49. Just a year later, I’m all chicken-shit. I don’t have anyone to talk to about this. My sibblings are all younger. I can’t bring it up to my Mom. She’s way older. And my kids think I’m being silly. And you’re probably thinking I’m nuts too!
So, here I am, pulling an all-nighter to savour my last hours of the first half century of my life.
And, who is not aging? If you haven’t come to this trespass, you will. I hope you will be happy knowing you have lived 50 wonderful years, that’s 18,100 beautiful days! and you’re still alive and kicking. So, live your life. NOW!
PS: Tina told me to think on the positive side. When she was born, I was 32 times older. Now, I’m just 3 times older. Positive my ass …. :D


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