With a little belly and love handles, here I am. 50. I turned 50 or 50 turned me last week. What do I mean by “50 turned me?” I have been excited about turning 50 since last year! At first, I couldn’t explain it and friends, cousins, strangers tried to tell me their excitement, too. They said they couldn’t explain it but, it’s so freeing. And I totally get it. They said they don’t care about so much and they definitely are themselves not matter what others think. I get that, too.

What I mean by “50 turning me” is I have done so much work on myself, for so very long, I couldn’t wait to infuse all of 50 with what I KNOW NOW about life and I couldn’t wait for 50 to open up even more. Embracing 50 has already been wild and it hasn’t been a week. I talked about at least having some kind of outline of the year in my last blog post but, also remaining open and flexible. Isn’t that life, though? Well, it is when you reach about 35. In your 20’s you think you know. In your 30’s you have no idea. In your 40’s you know. In your 50’s and up, you know but you don’t know. HA!!!! Not only do you know but you don’t know, you know to leave room for the unexpected and I would like to say, you should leave room for the unexpected blessings and favor as well. You know we think anything unexpected has to be negative. And I say this 3 weeks after my brother’s unexpected transition to the spiritual realm.

But the unexpected doesn’t have to be negative and you don’t have to wait until you grow older to change your life, become wise, be free. I don’t think 50 is old at all. I don’t think any age is old. I never have. I think old is a state of mind. I never want to be stuck in a time warp. I never want to be able to expand my horizons, ideas and ideals. I would like to keep learning and educating myself. I’d like to keep up with the times while holding to core principles and truths. I have no idea what lies ahead but, I know, I believe, God has gone ahead before me.

~Nikki