“You have more compassion, more acceptances, for yourself and other people. You are no longer shamed by your own humanity. You learn to see the humor in your own foibles”.
It depends on the nature of the person. I hopefully am more tolerant now of those whom I had found fault with. I do see the humour in my own inadequacies but at the same time (sadly) I can be extremely frustrated by them.
“I’m definitely not the same person my mother was at 50! With the knowledge we have now, the sky’s the limit”.
I know I’m not the same as what my mother was at my age, but then again it is hard to remember back some twenty plus years ago, (for me it’s not possible). Granted there are more opportunities, more doors open in respect to work, more challenges that I can take on than there were back in my mother’s day. I do not know if she felt that the sky was the limit and if it was, did she want to reach it or did it not hold such importance to her?
“There’s something really bracing about being 50. You realise how young you are. And you realise how much more to life there is”.
Have I realised that I am still in fact young? Occasionally, I know I have quite some many years left (with the grace of any higher being) but it boils down to what I choose to do with his time. Does bracing mean daunting or scared of what actual time we have left; therefore we should now be embracing every second?
“You look forward to meeting your grandchildren. When that happens, it will be the best thing of my life”.
Agreed, I so long for the day (much to the girls annoyance), when they have children of their own. Though I am very contented with what I have, I long to be a grandmother. I miss babies and nurturing, my only fear will be that I have to learn to let my girls raise their children the way they see fit. The last thing I want is that I turn into a possessive and overbearing grandmother.
“A woman over 50 knows the value of celebrating life. She’s sizzling, not fizzling. She’s savvy, not sad”.
Sizzling? I have my moments, but equally there are moments of fizzling to accompany them. Savvy? I consider myself reasonably worldly but again I have moments of utter stupidity!
In summarising, it’s seems to be the general consensus that once you have reached the age of fifty you will rely more on your own self worth, that you don’t feel that you have to be answerable to anyone any longer. You have reached an age of acceptance within yourself and if others do not agree with how you live your life, you don’t have to justify your actions to anyone, or perhaps not as often as you did when you were younger.