I had a birthday on Saturday which launched the beginning of the end, or the end of a beginning, for me as I approach the half-century mark. If “50 is the new 30″, like women’s magazines tell me, then I guess that makes me 29 years old. What a relief! I’m good for another decade then.
I really wanted to begin a blog about this final year of being in my 40’s (and closing in on the BIG 5-0) on my birthday, but on Saturday I just really didn’t feel like it. My knees ached and the 1 1/2-hours massage didn’t motivate me much either, so I came home, ate a sandwich, and fell on the couch to nap with my two female basset hounds. Nothing like girlfriends to remind you of your priorities.
So how does it feel to be 49? Well it feels pretty good–like 29 or 39 did–but worse.