… is my birthday. It’s a big, significant birthday, one I have struggled to figure out how to celebrate. I haven’t fully resolved that yet, but I have some plans.
To end the mystery, tomorrow I am 50. (Ha! When I first typed that line, my hand slipped and I typed “I am 560” … it only feels that way some of the time, though.) So add to my decade-long dilemma of how to have a birthday on 9/11 my taking-me-by-surprise-at-the-last-minute meltdown about being 50.
Why the trauma? I guess 50 is like some kind of sign post on the highway. You reach this point and there are just a whole host of things you have to be honest about needing to put away, and I wasn’t prepared for that realization to smack me in the head.
Putting away childish things, blah, blah, blah. Never mind all that. We’ve got new things. One of which is my updated Hey page, complete with my new half-century self-portrait:
I know 40 is supposed to be the new 30, but I think 50 is really still just 50. And that’s okay. I’ve decided to follow the blogging trend of making a list of 50 things I want to do this year (big surprise that I would find something meme-like to do — memes should be one of those things I need to put away, but don’t hold your breath). I’ll put some of the list up tomorrow.