Happy Birthday to me!
This is a difficult post to type. Not because I am ashamed of turning 50, but because of how people treat age.
I feel great. Despite some setbacks in my career and the knock-on effects in my personal life, I am mostly fine. I have some normal limitations, likely age appropriate, but I am fit as a fiddle. Still moving and grooving like I always have. My spirit is high. I hardly feel my age, and I am often told I hardly look it. Intellectually, I do not even feel like I have peaked.
So why is there ageism? I do not understand it. I have never judged anyone for their age. Many of my older peers are flippin awesome and an inspiration to me.
The gift I am giving myself this year is to care less about what others think. To give fewer fucks. And to keep doing my thing.