The Bitter and the Sweet of 50 - Kathy Caprino

The Bitter and the Sweet of 50 Today, I'm 50. While I unquestionably observed it coming â€" for quite a long 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, dissatisfactions, 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 sparkly new iPhone (much appreciated, nectar!) to hear some out tunes, and this is the thing that I heard carefully floating through my ear buds: I tasted, tasted love so sweet… I continued falling over I continued looking in reverse I lost everything accepting That the straightforward ought to be hard All we will be we are All we will be we are Also, consistently's the beginning of something lovely Also, 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 really 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 favors 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 huge number of dreams conceived and ran, at that point conceived once more. A sentiment of being support, adored and seen, in any event, when I'm in solitude A consistent chance to pardon and acknowledge myself despite my tremendous bungles and slips up Realizing that cherishing the little things in life has the exceptionally huge effect among satisfaction and languishing Perceiving that life is impeccable flaw â€" a cunningly planned excursion that moves, pushes, extends, run trusts, assemble dreams, and dangles the Carrot â€" just to offer a sparkling new one to entice, the moment the past one is grabbed What's more, â€" at last, 50 has opened in me a preparation 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 frightening revelations. I'm ready. And may there be many, numerous glad returns for us all.