I have just finished the year of being 50, and I must say that I think that whomever proclaimed this oft-quoted illusion must have been on Prozac. Maybe it was a statistical statement because the population is living longer, but whose 30 do they mean? Surely they don’t mean that we should expect to feel like we did when we were 30.
No matter how great of shape you are in, when you reach 50 it is going to hurt at least a little to get out of bed. How many 30 year olds do you know who have suffered through hot flashes? My first one had me convinced that I had contracted some terrible virus that was going to land me in the hospital. Nevermind how much sunscreen you may have applied over your lifetime, you cannot prevent the laugh lines around your mouth or those mean-looking > < in between your eyebrows. Finally, the title “I Feel Bad About My Neck” makes sense.
These rantings, though, don’t mean that I wish I were 30 again. Back then, I was supposed to know everything, or at least I thought I was. Professional women were expected to do it all. I had my first child and was on the verge of becoming a partner in my law firm. It was all pretty darn exhausting, even with a full-time nanny. Guilt was my middle name, and it wore me down. The joy in my life was holding my baby girl, but I didn’t get to do it nearly enough. There was limited time for girlfriends, and sadly I lost touch with many of my old ones. In those early 90s, I was not the only frazzled woman who had bought into this idea that she could have it all. So no, I would rather not go back to being 30.
Posse to the Rescue
Fast forward 20 years. Despite the hot flashes, wrinkles, and new and shifting aches and pains, aging has brought perspective, and I am enjoying this time more than I ever could have expected. My Gracious Posse has a lot to do with it. While I had planned to take my usual ostrich approach and bury my head in the sand this time last year, they had other plans.
Ellen’s invitation set the tone for a birthday getaway that I will never forget. I laughed until I cried as my posse celebrated my life with a musical staging to the soundtrack of my first 50 years. Tiara, boas, wigs and drag-like costumes galore, the posse went over the top (really through the roof) to make me realize that being 50 was far better than the alternative.
Celebrating Each Other is the Posse’s Primary Passion
That is what your posse does. They make sure that you are celebrated, cared for and cherished, especially when you don’t think that you deserve it. Being 50 has finally given me the perspective to realize that we all deserve it. That’s one reason for The Gracious Posse.
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January 16, 2013