My 50th birthday happened this week, quietly.
J sleepily wished me a happy birthday as I headed out into the dark to go to the second day of the trade show. Pastor R called to let me know she was thinking about me. The credit union sent a card signed by all the employees, one of which wanted to let me know that “soon I’ll be getting 20% seniors discounts”. Otherwise, the day went by just about like any other.
This one has likely caused me the more angst than any other auspicious birthday has. It’s not that long ago that I thought 50 was old, the end, downhill from here. I’ve got a lot to do yet! Much of life seems to have been about getting here. What am I supposed to do now that I am here?
The impending 50 has a lot to do with taking the step into seminary and whatever is beyond that. The road needs to turn here somewhere and I need to be prepared to make a turn or I fear that when the next big birthday comes I am going to be disappointed with the result.
Sounds negative doesn’t it? I really shouldn’t down grade the blessings I have received and the accomplishments that are behind me. The first 50 have been good. I have been blessed. I have made a difference in a whole lot of areas.
I just know that it’s not over.