In two weeks, I will be celebrating my 51st birthday.A year ago i celebrated my 50th birthday wondering about how would the future be. And yes, turning 50 for us women feels sometimes like a slap right to our face. On a hindsight, years ago, I always had this thought that turning the golden age would be a huge celebration of life. That my family and friends will come and cheer on all the things that I was in the almost half-century of living in this world. I am undeniably grateful for most of the times, the odds have always been on my side. You see, I have married the man of my dreams, pursued the career that I want and became successful on it. I have a wonderful and loving family and I have friends who were tested by time during the best and the worst of circumstances.
With all these blessings, why turning 50 for us women still gives us that feeling of a creeping sadness.
The typical old cliché that age is just number and that all that matters is attitude, just does not cut in for me. Even that compliment that I do not really look my age does not cut in either. No matter how I try to convince myself that it should be mind over matter, still time is creeping in. And of course, this means huge change is coming ,both physically and mentally.
The Inevitable Changes in the Body over 50
Turning into the age of 50 proclaims myriad of changes in my body and there is no way to escape this. Of course the childbearing years ended gradually by the menopause process. The natural color of my hair has been supplanted with the gray ones prompting me to decide to embrace this new color as the natural course of things. As I further examined myself, I realized that gravity has also taken its toll on me. My body is not a fit as it is used to be when I was younger even though I love going to the gym, and my face got wrinkled from sun exposure and all these sleepless stressful nights .
Should I try eyelift surgery? Plastic surgery? Botox and just any other available procedure? Or, should I just embrace the grace that comes with me hitting the 5th decade of my life?
Melancholy also embraces me as I run my hands over the loose elasticity of my skin. Should I employ means to turn the time through medical and chemical interventions? Should I try eyelift surgery? Plastic surgery? Botox and just any other available procedure? Or, should I just embrace the grace that comes with me hitting the 5th decade of my life?
Change in Perspective
After a careful thought about all the physical changes that comes with the age 50, there are numerous realizations that has found its way to sink in. While being physically attractive is important, it is no longer the focus. I have come to acknowledge how to be more comfortable with my own body and my own imperfections and to be less critical of my own look.
Being a fountain of wisdom
I have lived for 50 years, and simply because of this fact, I am wise. With a full box of happiness and sorrows, been a good wife to my husband, a loving mother to my children, a good friend. I had my education and been to several places in the world and experienced different cultures, and I have seen life and have seen death. I have lived. That is more than enough to make me wise. I was and still I am stunned by the realization that I have achieved something. I have my own footprints embedded in this world. And am still not used to the new generations getting in contact with me to get my wisdom as to how I was able to accomplish whatever I have and just how I was able to survive life, gracefully. Suddenly, I have become the younger generation’s fountain for wisdom.
The years of powerful life
There are still women who have this negative thinking that they are powerless. But, as I turned 50, I also came to realize that I have lived 50 years of powerful life. The most worth mentioning in the exercise of my power as a woman is the way I have managed my very own household. Power does not imply the ability to be controlling, rather, the way I had led my family and steer my children to the right paths in their lives.
At 50, I do feel that I am being respected more for being more driven and focused. I am more capable of taking my stand for the things that I believed in. while it cannot be taken from me to care, I care least about the opinion of other people. Truly, I have solidified myself over the years and I am aware just how strong I am as a woman.
On being less critical
Admittedly, the younger years are the times when we tend to be more gossipy, judgmental and mean little lass. Thank the heavens because as I age, these not so nice things begin to calm. Oh, I do remember as I attend a New Year gathering and I am sitting with this woman almost of my age, and the younger ones were dancing, gigging and flirting through the night. Then the woman beside me smiled ‘they are having the great time of their lives’. I smiled to myself as I recall how I have been there and done that. Now, at this golden age I no longer have an inch of feeling of envy, jealousy or regret.
And yes, I am so ready to face it as the majority of my years are still lying ahead. It is the beginning of my new life.
And there so much more to life
Turning to this golden age does not mean that my world is nearing the end. It is indeed very momentous rather than threatening. This is the best time of my life giving me chance to make an evaluation of what are the things that are important and what are those that are not. It opens and will open new horizons because I’m more confident and mature than ever.
It is something to be viewed with so much hope and optimism. And yes, I am so ready to face it as the majority of my years are still lying ahead. It is the beginning of my new life.