Midlife is full of surprises, some more welcome than others. Among the more pleasant ones I’ve found of late, anyway, is that turning the big 5-0 doesn’t have me burdened with nearly the age-dread I had when launching into my 40s a decade ago.
Could it be because I finally feel like I (mostly) have my ish together? Or is it this perimenopausal state of mind that has me selectively narrowing my bandwidth for BS to focus more on what really matters in life?
Whatever it is, I feel ready — and more importantly, really excited — to celebrate 50 with my college friends this year. We’re feeling healthy and happy to launch a new decade together with an adventurous spirit we might not have believed we’d still have if you’d told us so back in our daring 20s.
Originally, my friends and I had tossed around the idea of a long weekend of city strolls and fine dining in Quebec City, which sounded like a perfectly fine plan. That is, until it occurred to us that we could easily save that foray for our 60th (or why not 70th) birthdays and embark on something a little more adventurous to mark our 50th birthdays while our bodies are still totally willing and able.
So we’re celebrating this winter with an extreme sledding trip to Switzerland, hurling ourselves (like the kids we still are at heart) down slick toboggan runs into a winter wonderland — and no doubt feeding our gumption with copious amounts of fondue and Glühwein.