50th Birthday Reflections
My 50th Birthday was in September. I had a really good day with my partner. I had intended to have a large celebration with as many friends as possible. However, my depression had other ideas. I cancelled the party and my partner took me out to an excellent dinner instead. As I said, it was a really good day. We went shopping and tried on clothes and giggled in the dressing room together. Then got all dressed up and went to a fantastic place for dinner.
The setting was beautiful. The view of the city was spectacular and the food was delicious!
A Different Pointe of View is highly recommended for special occasions. The service is fantastic!
Reflecting Back and Looking Forward
Since then, I’ve spent a lot of time thinking about my life up to this point and about what is to come. Where I am and where I want to be. I’ve been doing a lot more crafting and working hard on my business
I’ve been going to a lot of medical appointments, trying a new antidepressant and being more active. And lots of planning my next steps to make my life something more.
Somewhere along the way, I got stuck and forgot myself. I let my depression eat away at my soul. It’s such an insidious disease. And this time of year is usually bad for me with the shorter days and gloomy weather (yes, even here in the desert).
However, I did some things in spite of myself. I got out of my way let me be me. I attended a protest and a vigil. I hosted Thanksgiving for friends. I went out and sang karaoke. I’ve gone hiking on mountain trails and walking around malls. I’ve asserted my boundaries. I am looking at the future and setting goals.
I am still wrestling with my depression and really looking forward to the Winter Solstice and the return of the sun. My anxiety is very high right now with my anticipation of a new year, new plans and expanding my business plus waiting to find out more about what exactly is wrong with me (I had a nerve conduction study, hoping to not need surgery to fix whatever is going on with my hands).
I take joy, though, in creating things. More than before. It makes me happy to see how far I’ve come as a crafter. I plan to keep creating and improving and hope that others will be delight in my creations as well.
Anyway, in a lot of ways I feel like my real life has just begun here at the age of 50. I’m actually looking forward to the next half of my life. Both of my parents died before they were 60. I plan to follow in my great-grandma’s footsteps and see 100.