Freedom At Fifty…

Fifty is the new thirty.

Life begins at fifty.

Fifty affords privileges that twenty, and thirty, did not.

You know things now. You value things you didn’t then.

You know fledglings fly the nest before your approval.

You value silly smiles, sticky fingers, moments in time.

You know that few are the hills worth dying on.

You value authenticity, simple pleasures, kind faces.

You know the very best beauty products don’t penetrate the heart.

You value natural beauty, a soft smile, a steady hand.

You know twenty and thirty turn into fifty overnight.

You value time, cups of tea, fussed-over herb gardens, old books, soft blankets.

You know all the money in the world never affords peace.

You value sunny days, good walking shoes, your tailored blazer.

Fifty is the new thirty…only better. So much better.

You know at fifty what you wish you would have valued all along.

Life begins at fifty.

Plant a garden.

Take a long walk.

Stroll the farmer’s market.

Make meringue.

Write a book.

Listen to the silence.

Take the trip.

Ride the Vespa.

Try the wine.

Pick the wildflowers.

Sleep in billows of expensive linens.

Wear the red cat-eyes.

Live in all the value that fifty affords.