Turning 50 is quite the moment. It feels like people now perceive us as "old" and the "young-ness" is gone. I've read some pretty inspiring posts celebrating this stage of life, especially from women for women and I seek out these words of wisdom--cultivating my social media algorithm to flood my FYP with all the positive content. Women who have turned 50 and are in their 50s know it's just another stage and most of us feel pretty good about ourselves. We're pre-menopausal and menopausal. We're experiencing huge changes in our physical health and mental health and having shared experiences and symptoms. Some of us are embracing our hair turning grey, some of us are still on our coloring grind--and you know what? Whatever a woman chooses for herself--go on with your bad self. Do you, girl!
It's a contemplative week hearing news of a tragic and unexpected loss of life of a relative that is slightly older but still in our general age group. I'm feeling sad for his wife and children--and sad for the unfairness of it all for them. All death is awful, but the death of someone with so much more life left hurts exponentially. It's incredibly sad. Life is delicate.
So with that being expressed, I'm living in thankful. Every day.
