Recently on one of the many podcasts that I listen to I heard someone comment about how when people hit middle age they often tell themselves that they’re done. Life as they know it is over and it is time to slow down. All yoga pants and hair in a bun from that point on.
This struck me because I’ve reached middle age and don’t feel that way at all.
Middle age, to me, is exactly that. You’re in the middle. You’re half-way. Your life isn’t over. You don’t get to just let go and assume that everything from that point onward is downhill.
Life doesn’t stop when you get to the age of 45 or whenever it is that middle age officially begins.
I’m currently at the mid-point with my mother and first-born daughter. I look ahead of me and see my mother who has definitely slowed down physically. I look behind me and see my daughter who’s come of age and having the time of her life in her first year of college. Then I look at myself and see someone who is no longer a spring chicken but definitely not ready to throw in any kind of towel. I’m still having a good time.
I may be 49 now but there’s still a whole lot of living to do, plenty of goals to go after. I may have different wants and needs than 19-year-old me — even 29 year-old-me — had but I still have wants and needs that have nothing to do with stretchy pants or easy hairstyles.
Oh, I will go out and buy the damn concert tickets. I foresee plenty of GNOs (Girls Night Out) in my future. I’m going after the new dreams that I’ve recently discovered. I’m not too old to do so. I know there are no rules about when you’re supposed to stop striving for the things that you want.
As per one of my favorite quotes which has become my middle-aged mantra:
“It’s never too late to become the person you were meant to be.”
Cheers to that!