Turning 50 sounds like a big deal, like some milestone one should love or hate, but I don't feel one way or the other. What's wrong with me? Am I in denial, or has it simply not hit me yet?
I have no idea what to expect.
I've seen other people turn 50, and it's like watching people dance. Some look great doing it. You can tell they're having fun. They've got some moves and, to be honest, you're a little envious. Others try too hard. Some are graceful and quietly beautiful and, again, you're a little envious. And some, God love them, are having the time of their lives, clueless and carefree about how they appear to the rest of us. After all, it's their 50th birthday--they've earned the right to do whatever they want.
So tell me, what's in store?