the fountain of youth

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“I grow old … I grow old … I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled” are lines from one of my favourite poems: The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock, by T.S. Eliot. Beyond that I hadn’t thought much about attaining the age of 50 even though according to my family on the occasion of my 46th birthday 50 is just around the corner.

Then, this message appeared in my In Box in the form of a joke email.

If you haven’t grown up

by age 50

you don’t have to.

I took heart. The few people I mentioned it to laughed and said “you don’t have to worry about that”. I think they were being kind?

Any thought I’d given to 50 wasn’t with dread, the age part at least, but the family expect a party and have pencilled out a two week exclusion zone in their calendars for the end of November 2015, and my best friend whose birthday is a fortnight after mine has already asked me about joint 50th birthday holiday destinations, for older women (WTF?).

I’ve always taken heart in the quote “If you can’t be a good example, then you’ll just have to be a horrible warning” (Catherine Aird). Now I have something else to aim for. In the next 3 1/2 years I have to avoid:

  • getting married, again.
  • having kids, my own or care of anyone elses’.
  • “acquiring” any more debt.
  • getting another “proper” job – this one is my last, I swear.
  • cutting my hair.
  • getting a sensible car – what’s wrong with an almost 20 year old BMW? I rarely drive anyway.
  • going with Mrs S. on a holiday tour for older women.

Even though I heard somewhere that 50 is the new 40, I don’t want to revisit my 40’s as it’s been a few years of just plain hard work & not as much fun as I’d have liked. It’s always been my plan to make my 50’s and beyond, the gypsy years… but whatever, I don’t have a problem with turning 50. The alternative is worse.

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8 thoughts on “the fountain of youth

    cgregory said:
    March 9, 2012 at 2:38 pm

    Great advice; dare I say: sage. 🙂

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      EllaDee responded:
      March 10, 2012 at 6:40 am

      You may dare :), and thank you. I like to think I’m a bit humorous but hadn’t considered sage.

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    roughseasinthemed said:
    March 14, 2012 at 6:28 pm

    Fifty was a breeze. Forty was the one that freaked me out (hence my original blog being Itchy Feet at Forty) and I was determined not to spend my 40s as you have described yours – I jumped straight into the ‘Gypsy 50s’ 🙂 and I suppose I am still there now.

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      mybrightlife said:
      May 2, 2012 at 3:59 pm

      No I am completely inspired to write the ’40 plus’ post that has been milling round in my head!

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        EllaDee responded:
        May 2, 2012 at 5:19 pm

        I had a setback this week. A work colleague referred to me as “the lady who…”

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          mybrightlife said:
          May 2, 2012 at 8:43 pm

          My mantra is, “age graciously”. What else can we do?

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    Lafemmeroar said:
    September 3, 2013 at 2:53 am

    I’ve been mentally 12 for a veeeery long time … my constitution refuses to get old even though gravity is giving it a good fight! Ah Life … Tweeting this.

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      EllaDee responded:
      September 3, 2013 at 9:28 am

      Glad you enjoyed it… I have another birthday coming up, taking me closer but my resolve is strong 🙂

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