Good afternoon Dear Reader. All is quiet on the Western Front, basically I’ve turned down Alexa’s volume from 5 to 3. My boss said the radio was little loud sometimes. I told him that it was because of my partial deafness. He then said something that I could quite catch; I didn’t have my glasses on.
Yesterday I celebrated my 50th birthday, and therefore, am no longer an old young person, but rather a young old person. To be perfectly honest with you, and why the heck not be honest with you, I didn’t even think I would get this far. It has been referred to as one of those milestone birthdays. Like 18, 21, 25, 30, and 40. But this one really feels advanced.
Let me just check. Weight around the mid section. Check. Deafness? Check. Glasses? Check. Hair? What hair is left is now grey. Beard, check. One of my redeeming features. Knees? Arthritis in the right one. Dog? Molly is fabulous. Slippers? Not really, I traded a pair of security boots for my son’s bright yellow Crocs. Really comfy. Children? Check, one adult officially, might be leaving home soon, and one 12 year old daughter going on 30! Becoming a snappy dresser with a little more elegance than before because I want to dress for myself, my wife, and don’t really care about what anybody else thinks. Get those yellow Crocs!! Maybe I’m finally an adult and have actually got the hang of all this adulting? Are there any more squares on the 50 year old bingo that I might have left out?
I check things that move out of my body from the front or the back. That started happening late in my forties so I don’t know if it’s I’m the right decade. Looking to see if I’m properly hydrated by the colour of my pee. Feeling very out of sorts if I haven’t pooped by 7am. Drinking a litre of water before I leave for work. I have a smart watch, which tells me how I sleep and how far I have walked every day. It also gives me my pulse and stress levels.
Doctors. Doctors seem to have become so much younger nowadays. My old GP retired a couple of years ago, and the replacements aren’t even thirty and it’s like going to see somebody who’s just out of school and not older than my son. At work I have noticed normal people leaving to go into retirement, and I have become one of the less young members of staff. Youngsters come and join the team, and I don’t even know their names.
I’m trying to think of the 50 year old stereotypes, and I can’t think of any. No longer young, but definitely not old yet. Professionally “they” seem to say well you’re not going any further. If you leave now, it’ll be hard to find work elsewhere as you are considered “passed it” whatever “it” may be. Do I just have wait here and wait for retirement? Will I be able to retire? Politics and all that… I really have no idea and it’s slightly frightening.
When you’re 20 you’re young and have energy to move mountains. It is the pssage from childhood into the real adult world and can be a rude awakening. I just moved to France. Asking for trouble I suppose. By the time I was 30, I had one child and by the time I was 40 I had my second child. I was starting to get the hang of this parenting business. During my forties I went through quite a lot of depression and wondering where the hell my life was going and probably was a little too self-centered and I would like to work on that during this next decade of my life. Maybe my fifties are there to prepare me to be a grandparent.
As this new part of my life begins, I will keep you up to date regularly and you my even get some photographs from tie to time. Until then, I’ll just have to look forward to getting home and having a nice cup of tea and a couple of biscuits…