Thursday, October 6, 2016

And I like to kick, streeeeetch, and KICK!

I turned fifty years old last month, holy shit. There was a time when I didn't think I would make it.

I have suffered from depression with suicidal ideation off and on for pretty much my entire life. Certainly all/most of my adult life. It was particularly bad in my 20s and 40s for some reason, and for real, I thought it would kill me. I really did. I never was able to picture myself at fifty and I just couldn't conceive of it ever happening. But it did!

I don't know whether my diet, yoga, meditation, etc. are the cause -- all of that certainly helped with my depression and anxiety -- but Death no longer is my seductive imaginary lover. Death and I are more like an old married couple now. The fascination/obsession stage is over and now we're just comfortable companions, Death and I. We've learned each other's habits. We have boundaries. Every now and then, Death says, "Now?" And I say, "Nope, not today."

We're all going to die someday, but I can say with 98% certainty that in my case, it won't be on purpose. Or at least not on purpose by me. I could be murdered, I suppose. So yeah. I'm FIFTY!

I'm fifty years old and I have learned a few things, you guys:

  1. Some people believe it is their God-given right to drive in the left lane and there is nothing you can do about that.
  2. Pursuant to Article 1, some people are going to drive 10 m.p.h. below the posted speed limit even in perfect weather/road conditions and there's nothing you can do about that, either.
  3. Sometimes #1 and #2 are the same person. Just breathe through it, you guys. Breathe the fuck through it while you putt-putt along behind these fucking assholes fellow citizens of the planet.
  4. Hollywood doesn't have any new ideas. They're just going to keep re-making shit and adapting books from now until the zombie apocalypse. You can't do anything about that, unless you (a) come up with a new idea and manage to sell it, or (b) figure out a way to hasten the zombie apocalypse.
  5. It's okay to stop reading a book you don't like, stop watching a TV series that has become terrible, leave food on your plate, throw away leftovers, quit a job that sucks your soul right out of you, leave a relationship that isn't working, and block, unfriend or deny friend requests from people on Facebook. Really. It's okay.
  6. Molding yourself into something you think a specific person or group of people will like is fun for about a month. After that it sucks and is terrible and you will come to hate that person/persons and to blame them for your own disingenuous bullshit. So just be yourself and make peace with the fact that only a VERY few people may get what you're about and like you. Each of those people is worth, like, a HUNDRED people who just sort of tolerate you.
  7. Never buy sushi from a gas station, a hamburger from a seafood restaurant, or pre-made chia pudding from anywhere at all.
  8. Fifty absolutely is not the new thirty and THANK GOD FOR THAT. Fifty is its own thing, and for real, you guys, it's pretty damn great. I'm not sure anyone in the history of turning fifty has been as happy about it as I am. I made it! I'm fifty. Holy shit.


  1. Welcome to the most wonderful club in the whole wide world -- and so glad you are here to join! I loved every single item in your list, and will add one to #7: Never eat Mexican food at a truck stop called The Big Wheel in Terre Haute, IN.

    I think I may have been as happy as you to reach 50, for the same damn reasons. Sending lots of love to you, beautiful 50-year-old woman.

  2. Belated Happy Birthday! I have always enjoyed your writing. I've been reading along for years and always happy to see when you've got a new post. Of course, I've had no idea what you've been dealing with IRL, but am happy that you feel better. I am surrounded by family members that deal wth some form of anxiety and depression and I know how difficult it can be to find the right formula to feeling better. I'm glad you found your path.

  3. Thank you Kathy. I am so happy to be getting to know you. Brava for speaking up about your bouts with depression and anxiety. It helps all of us to be more honest about these things. The stigma is just reinforced by secrecy. I have one more speck of wisdom to add to your list (but maybe this is 60 wisdom): Sometimes money costs too much.

  4. Congratulations! I feel you on so many levels.

  5. Happy Birthday! I love, love #5! 😀

  6. HAPPY BIRTHDAY! Love all your observations and most of all that you are still here!