It's the eve of my 50th birthday and I've been sentimental all day today. There's no doubt that I would rather be 50 years old than 30 years old. Although admittedly, I do miss my Size 2 figure and my ability to remember why I walked into a room.
I honestly thought that by the time I was 50 years old, I'd be the CEO of IBM by now. I was destined to be a top level executive and be far too busy for children.
Ha. Was I wrong!
Strange how things work out. I couldn't be happier as a mother and running an animal rescue organization. It's true that my 50 years in this world has taught me that just because somebody is an animal rescuer doesn't mean they are nice. I've met some really nasty, crappy people in this business. It doesn't seem fair to me, but it never does. I've stopped getting my feelings hurt and I'll stick with people who love, care and support me. The animal rescuers who are unsupportive and nasty? They'll get theirs in the end - they always do. Fifty years of experience tells me that.
I've been telling people that I was 50 years old since I was 47. That way when I REALLY became 50 years old I wouldn't have some meltdown like I did when I was 40. I'm definitely not going to have a meltdown this time. The one thing that being 50 has taught me....it doesn't do any good to piss and moan over being a year older. It comes anyway.
I hope I can have this life for another 50 years. Finding out that ol' Davey Jones died today of a heart attack at the age of 66 tells me that I need to really enjoy today. I'm ready to barrel into the next half of my century rescuing more cats, loving my husband, my family, friends and life.
It's all good. Really - it is. :)