It's Tuesday and I'm still 50.......

They've been coming in the mail for about a week now. Those 50th birthday cards. I think they may have stopped. When I opened the first one--from my dear, dear Aunt Tee--I was a bit confused. There was a big 50 on the front. What the hell? By the time I got to the one from Angela that played music and contained a hastily wrapped joint, I was getting used to them. And, by the time I opened the one that said "You're Like a Bottle of Fine Wine", I finally figured out those cards with the 50 on them were for me. That number takes a bit of getting used to. There's no sugar coating it. It's a big number. Hell, when I lost 50 pounds...I danced right here on my blog. I knew it was big. I knew 50 meant something.

50. Fifty. 50? Is that 18 with 32 years experience? Or...is it halfway to a century? Or...maybe its 5 perfect 10's? Whatever it is....I've got it. It's not like a rash or a flu--it won't go away no matter how much lotion I rub on it or how many pills I pop or tonics I drink. I'm 4 days into it and it's working out just fine. It's time to get on with it.

You're probably thinking I said this all yesterday. I said I was going to embrace my new age and savor this moment in time. Why am I repeating myself today? Because I'm 50. That's why. I may be saying it a bit differently...with new words and all. But, you know me....I've got a lot of words in me. And, if you really want to get picky--yesterday I just said I was going to try being 50. In fact, if you want to get more exact--I said that I was going to spend yesterday getting used to being 50 and I was going to work hard at being a good 50. I Scarlette-O'Hara-ed myself and put the big stuff on today's agenda. And, I did an okay job of it...being 50 yesterday. I didn't jump off my roof when the toilet overflowed all over the bathroom floor and then had the audacity to leak down into the dining room and puddle into the kitchen.....on the same day as the cleaning crew did their fine work on all of my hardwood floors, my bathrooms and my kitchen. And, I did not suck down a bottle of wine over the fact that Carmen is still struggling and moaning and coughing and wheezing with the same damn sickness he came down with on January 2. And, I didn't bomb the township over the fact that our road seems to be the only one in a 10 mile radius that is snow covered, icey and slick. And, I did not set my hair on fire when I figured out that a shit load of data that I needed for a report had been lost...FOREVER...in the chaos of one software vendor putting another one out of business. So, yeah....I did okay. For my first Monday of 50.

But, now it's Tuesday. And, I'm still 50. And, that's a good thing. For a Tuesday.