Turning 30 nearly did me in. I can still remember laying in bed the night before the big day, and my husband saying "tomorrow you'll be middle-aged." I couldn't get out of bed and to a dictionary fast enough, shaking with fear that I'd be going from barely out of my youth to middle-aged in a matter of a few hours! I breathed a huge sigh of relief when Webster's confirmed that I still had ten more years to go, stating that middle-age started at 40. That was nearly 20 years ago and since that night, I've not only become middle-aged, I've gone through half of my middle-aged years. In a few short weeks I will be 50 years old. Unbelievable.... truly unbelievable.
Twenty years has seemed to fly by so quickly, yet I know so much has happened in those fleeting years. I've raised three children, moved three times, lost a parent, married off a child, and retired. The memories related to all of those events plus the myriad of others would fill equally as many blog pages and be about as interesting to the reader as the slide show that would accompany, so I'll settle for saying that it's been a fun, fulfilling and difficult-at-times ride thus far. I've matured but I'll never grow up. I've mellowed but haven't gone soft. I've learned to not sweat the small stuff, but sometimes still have difficulty sorting out what's large and what's small. And... I'm looking forward to the other side of 50.
This blog is my documentation of those years.
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