Last week, I turned the big five-oh. 50 years old.
In preparation for this monumental event, I needed to go to my local DMV to renew my driver’s license. The clerk who took care of me asked if I would like to have a new picture taken to go along with my new license.
“Yes”, I said. “There’s a few more gray hairs now than when the last picture was taken.” After all, the cops need to recognize me. “Let’s snap a new one.”
The number of gray hairs will keep multiplying, just as they have been. 50 is just a number, but that shine of youth is disappearing, to be replaced by the shadow of impending old age. New pictures need to be taken. The familiar cannot become the unrecognizable.
50 is just a number. But it’s a number that draws varied reaction. Some people get excited about it, saying “Hey! 50! Wow, that’s great!” Others will tilt their head and look at you with eyes that convey nothing but pity. Ooof, that’s old. What will you do?
Truth be told, I feel more 15 than I do 50. Experience and energy at this stage could create a deadly combination. Yes, the opponent is still game and moving forward, but at 50 you are just warming up into the later rounds. I’ve heard this is where the fight gets fun.
As I talk to my daughter today about her future, looking at early college courses, heading toward her senior year, I try to say the right things. About always applying. About persistence. About sweeping the rejection off of you like dust from a jacket. About showing everyone the leader you can be.
What I should have said is… get ready to fight.
Put up your dukes.
Get ready to rumble.
Because life is a fight. You will be battered, jostled, and be told that there are things you can’t, or shouldn’t do. There will be those who will want to steal your dream, or step on it. You will need to fight them.
When you’re a teenager, you can be unaware of the opponent. The opponent often has a friendly smile with suggestions of “you can’t do that” or “forget love, go for the money”. I didn’t hear these subtle suggestions when I was a teen. They were spoken and unspoken, but I didn’t know what they meant. At 50, you know what they mean.
Just A Number
These days, 50 is hardly old. Especially for the depth of my gene pool. Italian, remember? My grandmother ran circles around people decades younger than her while she was in her 80’s. I watched my grandfather, in his 70’s, chase down a bus he had missed. He caught it. There’s never any guarantees, but I think I have a shot at being healthy a while longer.
Old at 50? I don’t think so. Just starting to get interesting. I fulfilled a dream – going to California – not too long ago. Thank you, gracious employer. My daughter just returned from touring multiple cities in Italy, getting to live out my dream of going to Rome (lucky kid). And the year has only just begun.
It’s just a number. It’s not the age of the dog in the scrap, it’s the amount of scrap in the dog. And this geezer still has plenty of scrap left. Life’s been good to me, and I have more blessings than I probably deserve. I have this amazing wife (how I got her initial attention I don’t know), and my kids are the ultimate source of my pride.
God willing, I think I’m just getting started. Yeah, it’s 50. A number. It’s a long way from 1963. It’s a long way from the 70s or my heyday of the 80’s. My fondness for those memories is boundless. But I think I’m going to love 50.
The fight is going into the later rounds. Isn’t that always where the fight gets good?
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7 thoughts on “Turning 50 Edition – Just A Number”
I hope to stop worrying about my 50’s coming up, once I turn 50! It’s the lead-up that’s killing me! 🙂
Biggest challenge for me at 50 years and 3 months is that people under 40 see it as OLD and that can make it hard to succeed in new areas, especially when you don’t share the same interests as most other 50+ year olds.
I suppose the wisdom that comes with experience will outweigh most of the baggage that comes with the number (and for me it is just a number). After all, I’m not aspiring to be a pop star or actress. Women don’t get to “age gracefully” in the same way that men do. 🙂
My thoughts? As I wrote in a post months ago: If you feel like you’re too old, well guess what? You’re not 😉 You never were and you never are, at least not until they plant you in the cold, dead earth.
You’re just getting started, but I didn’t need to tell you that 😉
Happy Birthday Joe! Keep swinging!
Thanks for stopping by, Mark!
Happiest birthday Joe. Here’s to many more.
Thanks, Staci. I have more than several relatives that lived into their 90s, so I’ve got a great shot at the “many more”! 🙂