Two days ago I celebrated the completion of 50 years of life with two great friends, and we celebrated it on the opposite side of the world from which I was born. I may not feel the fifty years emotionally or psychologically, but man oh man, my body sure notices. Two nights in a row out until 5 in the morning and I'll probably need twice as much time to recover.
It was great fun though. One only turns 50 once.
I liked turning 30, I liked turning 40, and I can honestly say that I like turning 50.
I may be getting older, but as I don't want to live forever, I'm enjoying it.