Are we growing or aging in our 50s?
Am I growing? Certainly
When we were younger, we focused on the next achievement, and the next, and the next. That doesn’t seem as important to me now at 55. Or maybe the types of achievements have changed from the more obvious and outward to the more subtle, soulful, and inward.
Am I aging? Most certainly.
But aging is a tricky word. Admittedly, I am guilty of using the phrase “aging parent” to imply something resembling elderly. Aging seems a gentler term for becoming very old.
In our 50s, we are a far cry from being
I do not have the perfect alternative term to growing or aging. My 50s feel pretty darn good. Not old yet, but all grown up. Smarter, wiser, and less needy.
How do you describe your 50s? I would love to hear from you in the comments.