Fifty full years. What's next?
Photo @Blanche At the very least, turning 50 was a good reason to party. So, I'm 50. It's not an easy age to be turning, that's for sure. The day before my birthday I got an early morning message from a friend telling me to enjoy my last day in my 40s. While I was determined to do just that, I felt a twinge of sadness that stayed with me all day. Even after a full day and night of rewarding work and lots of dancing I shed a couple of tears at bedtime as I said a final goodbye to my 40s and, in my mind at that moment anyway, my youth. On the day of my birthday I was emotional as well, but for the opposite reason. As I prepared for and then hosted a party at my tango studio (I love any occasion to celebrate and always throw a big party for my decade-changing birthdays) I was hyper-aware of how rich my life is and how many wonderful people I have in it. I felt loved and fulfilled and my heart was overflowing with gratitude. Now, two days later, what I mostly feel is that, as m