Today I am a hemi-centenarian. There, I said it.
Fifty years old. One half of a century. Five decades.
Do I celebrate or self-destruct? I'm not sure, but in either case, a six pack of Bud Light will be involved.
In any event, I am reflective upon the days that have passed and look forward to peacefully enjoying what the future holds. I've lived through difficult days and I know there will be more to come. I've had equally as many (probably more) joyful days, and I know there will be more of those as well.
I'm trying to refrain from looking at the glass as half over.
And I'm accepting that today is the first day of the second half of the rest of my life.
But, regarding that whole "age is a state of mind" thingie? I've got the map out. I think I want to move.