I'm still in my forties--for another seven hours or so as I write this.
Being in your 40s sounds a lot younger than being in your 50s. Which it is by ten years. Duh.
Tomorrow, I turn 50. I qualify for AARP membership. Yipee! I also think I get the right to pull my pants up to my nipples and complain about the government. Oh, right, I already do that now.
In what seems like just a few days ago when I turned 30, I was pretty pissed off that day in 1988. I had felt like I had not accomplished much of what I had wanted to accomplish.
Twenty years later, I can probably still say the same thing but I'm not so very worked up about it. And, I also know I still have probably 15 to 20 years of working life left to accomplish some of what I want to accomplish, as long as my health and my wife's health holds up.
I guess one of the few benefits of age is perspective. I don't get as worked up about things--either good or bad things--as I did when I was younger.
On the other hand, I don't really feel that much older than when I was thirty. Sure, a few (ok, a lot) more pounds, a bad knee, and a little less hair, but frankly, I don't feel that I'm that much older. I think I can dig these young people today when I'm not yelling at them to get off my lawn.
Not that I was ever all that hip, I feel like I think like at least a youngish person who has finally gained a bit of sense. I like to try new things, new foods, new music, new technologies. I admit I'm a bit old school when it comes to things like personal responsibility and discipline, but that's not a bad thing.
John Cougar Mellencamp sang to "hang on to 16 as long as you can." I guess I'll hang on to 49 for just a little bit longer and then see what else life holds in store. Fifty just might be ok too.