50/50 Blend

If I were turning ten at the end of the month, this post would be about stickers. It would be short and sweet because I neither loved to read nor kept a journal when I was ten. I was a talker at ten.

If I were turning twenty at the end of the month, this post would be about love. It would be all flush and drama with a few carefully placed song lyrics. Slightly longer, this post would be, and full of adjectives.

If I were turning thirty at the end of the month, this post would be about my children. It would spotlight the agony and the joy of cleaning up after or clapping for little people. Late-night exhaustion, introspective, and deep in that way things can only be when you’re young but think you’re older.

If I were turning forty at the end of the month, this post would be about worries and a dash of reflection. It would speak to making love work. It would be funny and self-deprecating in that way women can be once they’ve found some footing and made some money.

If I were turning fifty at the end of the month, I would want this post to be confident, bold, and brave. But it’s not.

I am none of those things at this moment, and while that’s annoying, it’s okay. Sometimes we’re not ready when birthdays show up. Sometimes we have to tear the page and keep going.

Life is difficult. Five decades in, I’m still figuring things out, still doubting myself, still struggling for purchase.

This idea that age brings badassery or saged wisdom is T-shirt nonsense and not my experience. So, instead I offer two things on my milestone.

Louisa May Alcott wrote, “I am not afraid of storms, for I am learning how to sail my ship.” The key bits here are “learning” and “my ship.” It takes a lifetime to learn oneself, stay in one’s lane. I didn’t know in my thirties that I would still be figuring things out twenty years later. I thought I would reach this point of wisdom, but I haven’t. The learning never ends. The storms are real, and the ship changes.

Also, showing up is truly ninety percent of the game. If you don’t show up, you can’t practice, and practice makes life better. Driving, loving, standing up for oneself, shaving, making a pie, arguing, squeezing out a baby, taking vitamins, making a bed, playing fair, writing sentences, breathing, or doing a load of laundry, everything gets better, less terrifying, with practice.

Mastery of anything is an illusion or a lie, but we do become more proficient with age. We have more tools and have fumbled through more scenarios. But, the unknowns, surprises, and bumps are still there once the little people have moved out or the skin starts sliding off your skull. All we can do at any age is show up and try again.

So that’s it. I will be fifty at the end of the month and I’m only slightly wiser than I was when I loved Rick Springfield. If it ever appears that I have the answers, I don’t. I’ve just been on my ship for a while, had lots of practice.

My thoughts from the laundry room. Kick a Leg Out.

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  1. I’m still decades away from being 50. This so beautiful and such a pearl of wisdom. I’m still learning and yet back when I was a child, I thought I would have figured out life when I became an adult. Life is unpredictable indeed and there will be storms aplenty. We have to manage to sail safely. Thank you for this post. I wish you a very happy birthday. I hope it’s a smooth sail for you 😊

  2. You hit these milestone ages perfectly, Tracy. I’m ahead of you on the birthdays, already past the 5th decade with just my toes into the 6th. I’m not sure how I would describe it, but I definitely care less about what people think about me. I could use a little bravery from decade 5, though, and some of those carefree things from childhood.

  3. Tracey: Love your thoughts on birthdays—just remember one important thing–age is just a number and it’s all about how YOU really feel. I’ve quite counting the years and instead, concentrated on all the good, positive things that have happened and will happen. As Nan said, it’s a bit early, but a very Happy Birthday next week 🙂 May you leave positive vibes and footprints in the upcoming year. . . .J

  4. Tracy, this is so beautiful and so true. As a senior citizen, I am still learning, still trying to navigate, figure myself out while growing more comfortable in my skin despite the questions and uncertainty. Thank you, thank you for this post. And the happiest of birthdays to you! Wishing you smooth sailing on your special day and throughout the year! ❤️

  5. Yeah, i was 50 once, a couple decades ago, and I remember it well,,,(I think).

    Live it UP when it comes around Sister; it only happens just that once, y’know, and after that ya just hafta keep looking back at it.

    Thanks for sharing your youth(s) with us today, though! Salute.

  6. Tracey,
    I love, enjoy, and relate to all of your columns, all your ruminations on life and its struggles, and all your laundry-related thoughts. This one, however, may be the best of them all. Maybe because I am that much older and understand a little better what you are going through (and all the other people including me as well).
    A bit early, but Natal Day Greetings to you…may it be the start of another fabulous trip around the sun. ~nan

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