It's all about the question mark. Is 50 fabulous? Is it? I think it's supposed to be. Just Google "50 and Fabulous" and see what you get. No question marks there, only annoying exclamation points. 50 and Fabulous! Do an image search and you'll find even more annoying evidence that we're all supposed to be tickled pink to turn 50 (see hideous embroidered pillow below). Young forever? Do they not understand basic math? 50 is old. I'm sorry, it is.
My own pillow would look something like this:
F- Freaked out (How can I be 50????)
I- Introspective (Now what am I supposed to do?)
F- Freaked out some more (50??????????????)
T- Tired (Of course I'm tired. I'm old.)
Y-Yelling (Hell no, I can't be 50.)
In case you hadn't figured out by now, this isn't going to be an Eat-Pray-Love-Under-a-Tuscan-Sun kind of "journey." I'm not even sure it's going to be a journey. It might simply be preparatory therapy in advance of a birthday that I am completely ambivalent about. Truthfully, I'm a little surprised about my level of ambivalence. I have never been one to mope about birthdays -- I sailed through my 30th with ease. I was even 40 and Fabulous! (Yes, exclamation point!)
But six months away from my 50th, I'm not feeling very fabulous. So, I figure I can either be bummed out and freaked out, or I can do something about it. I'm hoping that this blog will inspire me to figure out what that is. And if you're in the same boat, maybe we can all do something about it together.
First step -- take my "How Fabulous is 50?" survey by clicking on this link:
Next step: Figure out what is fabulous about 50 (there has to be something) and what would make it be more fabulous. Please, take the survey and give me some inspiration!
