...not sure what Missy is. There is so much to discover in daily activities and experiences, and I'll put them here to share in my writing. At the end of the day, I am many things to many people... mom, friend, writer. I'll put my thoughts here and maybe we can all decide what Missy is, but be nice, people, be nice.
Tuesday, March 15, 2016
Fear Not Fifty
Today is March 10. March 10, 2016.* That date isn’t all that significant to many people, outside of my friends and family, but to us it’s my birthday. (I know, I know… there are other people born the same day, but this isn’t about them… it’s about me. : D ) So today I’m 48. I don’t hate the number, I actually embrace it. I like the sound of the even numbered years better… I always have. Somehow 48 sounds better than the harder-edged 47. It might be just me. It’s likely just me. It doesn’t matter if it’s just me, I like the sound of 48 better than 47. Being a proactive and forward thinking person, I jump to the next logical step, which is 49. Ugh. I definitely don’t like the sound of 49. Forty.Nine.Years.Old. That sounds horrible. It was this train of thought that made me realize I’m thinking less about being 48 and more about being two years away from 50. That’s a whole ‘nother ballgame.
Two years away from 50. Forget the Sally O’Malley reference, but I will be 50. Soon. In a mere 730 days… I’ll be 50. At the end of the day, I’m a realist. Fifty is coming, it is. I can dig my heels in and try to resist it… but it’s an inevitability. Fifty.will.happen. So I made a decision. I’m going to embrace the impending fifty-ness that’s headed my way. I’m going to celebrate the journey and make the next two years as event filled as I can. I decided to come up with a list of fifty things to do (or get done, in some instances) before I turn 50. I’m great at writing lists, I’m terrible at remembering where I’ve put them, so blog fodder it is. My hope is that I’ll use this blog to track my progress and record this journey.
Here, gentle reader, is my list:
Start a pay it forward at the drive through check!
Clean out the garage.
Clean out the basement.
Visit Las Vegas.
Visit New Orleans.
Sing a solo in church.
Write my book.
If I see someone walking and my heart tells me to give them a ride, do it.
Be fan of the week for Kathie Lee and Hoda.
Bread from scratch with yeast.
Volunteer at homeless shelter.
Ride in Pelatonia.
Have a 20,000 step day on my Fitbit.
How about a 25,000 step day?
Might as well try for 30,000!
Volunteer to hold sick babies at Children’s Hospital.
Pay for a random family’s dinner at a restaurant.
Go one full day without gritching at my kids.
Go nuts and try a whole week without gritching.
Tell someone who’s wronged me I forgive them.
Do that thing where you turn your hangers around and get rid of the things you haven’t worn in a year. Unless I can’t wear them because they’re too small. Wanting to wear them totally counts. Totally.
Clean out my email mailbox.
Clean out my phone contacts.
Eat lobster, or shrimp or some kind of seafood. No, actually… just lobster.
Use up all those stupid little bottles of things I have from gift with purchases and keep around for vacations and then never actually use.
Use up that stack of giftcards I have just sitting around.
Make bread from scratch…with yeast.
This one’s a secret.
Get a friggin colonoscopy. Some things just have to be adulty.
Take a trip by myself.
Buy an art piece I love.
Go line dancing.
Try that thing with the Listerine where you slough off all the dead skin off your feet.
Make something and sell it on Etsy.
Sit in the grandstands at the Kentucky Derby.
Turn 50 in Barbados.
Learn how to use my camera in manual mode.
Go to the friggin’ dermatologist and get a friggin’ skin check. More adulty stuff.
Make a pie crust from scratch. Don’t judge me.
Do a juice cleanse. For real… not the “I’m going to drink juice but I’ll sneak a brownie in here and there” cleanse I’ve done several times.
Have an Oscar watch party where we all dress up.
Like, really and truly go through my craft stuff. Because I have a ton. For reals.
Find an occasion to wear those sexy gray and pink shoes I’ve never worn.
Master sugar cookies with royal icing.
Run in some kind of marathon… preferably one of those fun runs.
Shoot a gun. An actual gun, not a water gun.
Play every board game we own at least once. I know some are still in the box.
Forgive myself if I don’t do all these – it’s a goal, not an assignment.
So there’s my list. We’ll see how I do, it’s not the most creative or fun list anyone could have come up with, but it’s things I want to either do, do again or challenge myself to do. Not all of these are in my control, but it’s worth a try! Thanks for reading, and I’ll update soon.
* This WAS written on March 10, I couldn’t publish it for a few days because of issues signing in to my old blog. I should have made that one of my goals, to figure out which of my children is signed up as our administrator… >: (