Awwww being a quinquagenarian is exciting. First of all, finding out that a person my age is called a quinquagenarian is exciting! For those who don’t know (and probably don’t care), it’s someone who is between the ages of 50 and 59. You learn something new every day right?
There are many reasons to be excited for this decade. You get to experience menopause – you know, the hot flashes, mood swings and all the other fun things that happen to a woman of this age. Hair on my chin? Yup, and learning to have tweezers close by for that one just popped out of nowhere on your upper lip. So much fun.
You also get to experience the thrill of unexpected releases of bodily fumes whilst walking, running, exercising and even when you stand up. Yeah, farting for no reason – another great thing about being this age.
There are some other fun things about this age. Waking up and hearing everything creak and crack (and yes that includes more bodily fumes being released). Having to wear glasses to read anything and watch TV, and even at work now. Oh joy.
You’re probably thinking – there has to be SOMETHING that is enjoyable about being this age. Of course there is!
At the age of 55 (the age I am slowing creeping up to in less than a year), you get some select senior discounts at different stores and restaurants. And yes this actually is a good thing, and one that I am looking forward to!!
You also get the satisfaction of saying no to people without having to give a reason for saying no, and feeling empowered at doing this.
As a woman, I love when people ask my age and are always so sweet and kind and lie to me when they say “wow you don’t look that old – I thought you were in your 30’s”. Thank you sweet old ladies who tell me that to make me feel good. It really does make me feel good, as I stand behind the counter at Tim Horton’s wearing the god-awful hat and hairnet and knowing that there is no way on earth I look like I am in my 30’s. I do appreciate the compliments!
I also love that I can state my opinion on things that matter to me, and know that I can stand my ground and state that it is MY opinion and that we are all entitled to our opinion. It’s neither right nor wrong –it’s just my opinion. Some people just don’t get that, and that’s not really an age thing.
Today I am relishing the fact that I am a proud quinquagenarian, and if I want to fart while I work out, I can. If my body creaks and cracks as I get out of bed, that’s fine. It just means that everything is working itself out and getting me ready to start my day. Like a car, it needs to warm up and the creaks and cracks help me out with that.
So be proud – creak, crack, fart and do anything else you want to as a quinquagenarian – we have all earned that right!