The Bitter and the Sweet of 50 - Kathy Caprino

The Bitter and the Sweet of 50 Today, I'm 50. While I positively observed it coming â€" for a considerable length of time and years, obviously â€" there's nothing very like awakening to the fact. (Those of you who are 50 know what I mean â€" the individuals who aren't, you'll see!). 50 might be the new 30, yet there is no denying that there are 50 years of experience â€" delights, torment, frustrations, triumphs and hard-earned living behind these eyeballs, ya dig? For my private festival, I went to the sea shore (my preferred spot on earth) and plunked down on the newly brushed sand to spend a bit me-time. I pulled out my glossy new iPhone (much appreciated, nectar!) to hear some out tunes, and this is the thing that I heard gently floating through my ear buds: I tasted, tasted love so sweet… I continued falling over I continued looking in reverse I became bankrupt accepting That the basic ought to be hard All we will be we are All we will be we are What's more, consistently's the beginning of something wonderful What's more, at long last words won't make any difference 'cause at long last nothing remains the equivalent Also, at long last dreams simply disperse and fall like downpour… (from All We Are, Matt Nathanson) I truly like that. Sums it up well, wouldn't you say? I've discovered that the fantasies of our lives do dissipate â€" blowing in the breeze like the gossamer seeds of blurring dandelions. But that doesn't mean we should quit having our dreams. Never. (Why? Since our fantasies sling us forward to where the extending is â€" so we can genuinely turn out to be throughout the entire we to be.) For me, 50 is bittersweet. It's carried with it: A profound, soul-felt appreciation for the endowments that are my loved ones An acknowledgment that where I am is spot on, despite the fact that it's surely not where I thought I'd be A large number of dreams conceived and ran, at that point conceived once more. A sentiment of being helped, cherished and seen, in any event, when I'm in solitude A consistent chance to excuse and acknowledge myself even with my immense goofs and slips up Realizing that cherishing the little things in life has the enormous effect among happiness and languishing Perceiving that life is flawless defect â€" a keenly structured excursion that rouses, pushes, extends, run trusts, construct dreams, and dangles the Carrot â€" just to offer a sparkly new one to entice, the moment the past one is grabbed Furthermore, â€" at long last, 50 has opened in me an availability to be who I truly am. In this way, Happy Birthday to me â€" and to you. Bring on the harshness and the sweet! I'm as of now seeing that 50 carries with it new dreams and surprising revelations. I'm ready. And may there be many, numerous cheerful returns for us all.