Last night as I was running I looked up and saw a sign. Not a metaphorical one, but a real sign.
It was on a light pole and it had a big “50” on it. Turns out it’s the 50th anniversary of the lakes here in my community. They’re man-made, but still beautiful… and I enjoy them several times a week when I run on the bridge that crosses them.
I thought to myself, “Wow, are the lakes really that old?”
Underneath the “50” it said “1961 – 2011” and I realized, “Holy Crap, I was born in 1961, they’re as old as me!”
I have no problem with my age, but for the first time I felt old. And then I began to think about what turning 50 means.
It means I have tons of life experience. And all of that life experience makes me who I am today. It gives me my voice, my point-of-view. It makes me, me!
Oh, I’m sure I’ll feel a twinge of shock when I turn 50 in a few months (notably, on 11-11-11!) but I’m going to try to remember what came to me as I ran across that bridge (is that symbolic or what?!) and looked up and saw that sign. And be grateful for everything that’s brought me to this point in my life.