Turning 50 and speechless.
I have heard it all.
Today is the oldest you have ever been and the youngest you will ever be again!
Age is an issue of mind over matter and if you don’t mind it doesn’t matter!
It’s not the years in your life that matter but the life in the years.
It has finally happened and I was left speechless the other night as I walk into a room full of friends for my surprise 50th birthday party. I think that was first time in my 50 years on this planet that I was left speechless.
I scanned the room and saw my four sisters remembering all the good time we had growing up in the sunny south East. I remember the memories and support only sister can give and thank my lucky stars for my family. I see some of my oldest friends that I went to primary school with, then on to secondary school and finally college. We laughed at my sister Louise who took her usual turn cooking Sunday dinner in that grotty flat in Dublin and forgot to remove the innards of the chicken. It nearly killed us but not as deadly as the home brew we made to wash it down. As I walked around the table my life flashed before me. I see my new friends who have become part and parcel of my everyday life here in Thomastown. I see my neighbour who would go to the ends of the earth to help in time of need. I see my latest neighbour who moved in a year ago and finally called round last week to say hello. There she was for the evening getting a crash course on the life and times of Mag Kirwan.
I look back on it today on the eve of my 50th. The girls were premature last Friday but I did not want to burst their bubble. I feel like a young person in an ever aging body. Unfortunately age is like an airplane flying through a storm. Once you are aboard there is nothing you can do. As long as I can keep old age in my minds and prevent it form creeping down my body I will survive.
Thanks to all my friends for a wonderful evening.
Now here’s to another great 50 years !
