My first half century

I have never really been bothered about my age, and to be honest it is still not something I worry about, but there has been an interesting change as I approached my fiftieth birthday today. I guess it is what they call a mid life crisis. I have become much more aware of how finite things are. Things aren’t going to last forever.

This unavoidable fact may be obvious to the rest of you but it wasn’t to me. I kind of took things for granted – another cuddle from my kids, another sunset, another hike up a hill. But recently I have begun to be much more aware of the fact that I don’t have an unlimited supply of these things to enjoy. Who knows, I may even see a second half century, but in the meantime I am getting much better at taking the time to really be here while I still am!

14 thoughts on “My first half century

  1. Wait to you get to sixty and those little daughters of yours start to look out for you rather then the other way around and the thought of grand-children around the corner then your perspective really starts to change!Happy birthday! David

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  2. Happy Birthday, Euan!. It is formidable turning fifty, sixty … and then I cannot imagine the rest … not yet. Very different from the younger ages. I have found (for me) that these older ages become so much more fun in the self-reflection realm. Deeper, more real – challenging, interesting and even amazing – even though the self-reflection sometimes leads to twinges of regret or remorse.In the meantime, though, have a wonderful day right here, right now!

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  3. Happy Birthday Euan! We have met just recently but I have a feeling that you have live your life this way already;) It is good to see it ‘down on paper’ though to inspire the rest of us. Thank you for great post!

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  4. Happy birthday, Euan. I became a first-time, adoptive father at the tender age of 55 . . . and again at 59. I know only too well what you’re going through as I contemplate whether I’ll be around just to see my children to adulthood. Every moment becomes precious. Hang in there and be thankful you’re wise enough to recognize their value.

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  5. Aaaah – saw the Tweeted photo and wondered. Seeing as I am lurking around here I’ll join in the felicitous greetings. It’s redundant to say ‘have a good ‘un’ since the pic says it all. Only 50? Nowt but a sprog as Yorkshire folk might say. At 82, my father is looking younger by the day. At 57, I’m amazed I got this far. Lots to look forward to at Casa Howlett. I hope the same is true for you Euan.

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  6. Ditto on the good wishes.I don’t know if its normal but as I am in my sixtieth year I had another new experience a couple of months ago. I was walking up my garden to have lunch under the Puriri tree with the dogs and the thought just crossed my mind, "this would be a good place to die".Its a bit like the old American Indian starting every day with the statement that "its a good day to die". Maybe by habituating ourselves to our mortality it also frees us to be and act and take part in the world for its own sake without it always having to be "so that" something else might happen.As with your other post about time, maybe freeing us from the sense of duration we also gain a sense of timelessness. That might not be a bad thing.

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