50 and forward: ‘The gift of growing older is not the years behind me, but the life still ahead.’

Today, I turn 50. Half a century of life — it feels both surreal and humbling to say it out loud. Reaching this milestone is a gift not everyone is given. Too many family, friends, and colleagues never had the chance to grow older. To be here — healthy, alive, still laughing and practicing my profession — is something to be deeply thankful for.

The body remembers

Aging hasn’t always been easy to embrace. There are days when my body reminds me of my years — the little aches and pains, the changes of impending menopause: hot flashes, shifting hormones, sleep that isn’t as sound as it used to be.

But growing older doesn’t mean slowing down. If anything, it means showing up for myself even more. I move because my body thanks me when I do. I stay active to remain strong in both body and spirit. Every walk, stretch, and small act of self-care proves that age may change me, but it doesn’t stop me.

Health is non-negotiable

Fifty is a reminder to take health seriously. Menopause is more than hot flashes — it’s a turning point for bones, heart, and hormones. Regular check-ups, cancer screenings, and wellness visits are essential. Prevention is the best gift we can give ourselves.

The mind matters, too

The mind, like the body, needs tending. Staying sharp means keeping curiosity alive — reading, writing, learning, dancing, even trying something new. (Maybe it’s time I finally learn to ride a bike.)

It also means laughing often, loving deeply, and surrounding myself with people who bring joy and meaning. It means choosing optimism, even when life tests me.