I wanted a memorable but quiet 50th birthday. While DA and CBK were preparing my birthday dinner at home, I decided to spend the afternoon with Geraldine, my dearest 76 year old ex-neighbour. We had dim sum with her 73 year old psychologist friend, Grace Mary. It was a lovely afternoon at Discovery Bay Chinese restaurant. Geraldine then took me back to her place to celebrate with a beautiful M&S lemon cake. I learnt so much listening to both ladies sharing their awesome life experiences. When I am in my 70s, I want to be just like them. Independent, active and still taking control of their own lives. Will treasure their advice to never fully retire and always plan short term.
Did I regret not fussing over my 50th birthday?
I see many friends celebrating their 50th in a big way over the last 18 months. Bali, theme birthdays, glamour dresses, blah, blah, blah. Am I envious? Not really. Looking back, I was not ready to accept I was half a century old. How could I be 50 ? Impossible! My hair wasn’t greying … ok I admit there were a few silver strands but they were not obvious. I could hide them as long as I spent hours every other week plucking them. A few younger girlfriends and colleagues had to dye their hair but I didn’t have to. Someone must have kidnapped and put me in a time machine that traveled 10 years to the future. Either that or I was in a dream ahead of my time.
After all, I finished school just a few years ago. I remembered Mom and Grandma at my graduation. Me in my bright red dress and lipstick and they beaming at me proudly. Memories of my 30’s ; marrying the love of my life, being pregnant and breastfeeding my beautiful baby. It all felt just fairly recent. 50? No way! I was 40 the most.
Am I ready to tell the world? YES! I was involuntarily inducted into the Fabulous Fifty Club and now proud to say I will be turning 52 soon.