This Thursday, July 24th will be my 48th birthday. I’m excited about it because I like patterns and 48 is twice 24. I’m also partial to multiples of 12 and have been waiting for this birthday ever since I turned 36. (Anyone familiar with the Chinese Zodiac knows that every twelve years your Chinese animal sign comes around. This is the year of the horse and I’m a horse.)
I enjoy birthdays for a few reasons: I like getting together with friends, I like eating cake and I like getting older. When I was a child, people taught me that adult women don’t like getting older or letting people know their age. I thought this sounded ridiculous and couldn’t imagine ever feeling that way. I’ll be 48 years old in a few days and I still don’t understand why women don’t like revealing their age. This is one of those adult mysteries that people said I’d understand when I grew up, but it never happened. (They also told me I’d eventually enjoy the taste of alcohol, but that didn’t happen either.)
A friend asked if I’m looking forward to turning 50. I’m not because 50 isn’t a multiple of twelve — although 60 is! But as I thought about it, I realized there are plenty of reasons to look forward to turning 50. Here are a few.
(Just some) Reasons it’s great to be 50 years old:
count more because they’re based on actual experience and not speculation (such as managing employees, child
raising, running your own business, divorce,
surgery).
short skirts, wild shoes, etc) men don’t give you the same bullshit as
when you’re young, such as “Smile, honey,”
“Hey, baby,” etc.
less likely to be hassled by police just for standing on a street corner (not necessarily true for men of color).
10. For women, self-esteem at age 50 tends to be higher than at younger ages. I know it’s true for me!
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| I’m middle-aged and I’m at peace |
When I was turning 40 someone I held in high regard who was then in her 50s said: "Ah yes, the 40s are the decade where it all comes together. I had so much fun in my 40s." Blessed an entire decade, she did. Now that I'm 49 (a mathematical year: 7²) I'll have to ask her how her 50s were. I expect great things, because she was right about the 40s.