Birthday Thoughts

My birthday was this week. It arrived while I was sleeping, and it left while I was sleeping. Is that a metaphor?
It was my 49th birthday. I am on the cusp of 50. As I’ve repeatedly told my husband, I would like for us to spend the coming year trying to “clean our plate” before our 50th birthdays. That is to say, it’s time to get rid of all our old, unused stuff, and to finish off any long-postponed tasks, and to dump any unrealistic dreams that we’ve been holding onto out of habit. We have no control over time except how well we use it. We need to focus on using our time well.
I sometimes refer to myself as an “old lady.” I don’t actually think that I’m an old lady, but TBH I sometimes think that I look like one and/or act like one. I should probably be more careful about that. I am younger now than I will ever be again, and settling prematurely (ha-ha) into the mindset and/or lifestyle of the elderly will only erode whatever youth I have left. So I’m not going to call myself old anymore, not even in jest.

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