Today I turn forty-nine, and I’m having a hard time wrapping my head around that. I enjoy my birthday but each one that passes makes me more introspective; I guess that’s normal. I’m a year away from the big FIVE-OH and yet, as much as that thought tortures me I still feel like I’m in my twenties in a lot of ways.
My friend Vikki, who is only thirty-seven days older than I am and so I consider her a birthday twin, always seems to be in my head when she writes her yearly birthday post. We are kindred spirits in a lot of ways and you should read her forty-ninth birthday post because most of it applies to me, too. Go ahead; I’ll wait.
Here’s how I’m seeing myself at forty-nine.
I know the value of relationships: I am more appreciative of my family and friends than ever before, and I cling onto them tightly (Wait, am I squeezing too hard? Sorry, not sorry!). I have no problem standing up for myself and what I want or need. I have opinions and I’m not afraid to share them, but I try not to share unless it’s clear that the person I’m with wants to hear. I am mostly comfortable in my own skin. I have learned hard lessons in my life and use the knowledge I gained from them to guide me. I don’t mind being wrong and own it when I am. I’m a good listener. I’m a great friend. I can’t stand drama and stay far away from it as much as I can. Although I mostly hate big change, I’m attempting to step out of my box as much as possible because I know that “variety is the very spice of life”, as poet William Cowper said. I take time to appreciate the little things because I know everything can be snatched out from under me in a flash. My health goals are more about how I feel and my overall well-being rather than specific body goals. I am happy in this life that Jim and I have created together, and so very proud of our sons, who are amazing humans and I can’t believe they in their twenties because it was just yesterday when I was in my twenties. I feel old when I think about the number of years I’ve been alive and those grown men I helped raise but quickly redirect to thoughts of how young I generally feel at any other given moment. I think as long as I am living my best life as much as I possibly can, the actual number is inconsequential.
I started my forty-ninth birthday at the gym, boxing like a badass and accompanied by a playlist called “Unholy Beast”. my hair is doing that cute little flip that I can never create on purpose, and my hot husband is taking me out to dinner tonight so I’ve gotta say, this year is looking pretty great already.
Happy, HAPPY birthday, Melisa! I hope to be even half as bad ass as you are at 49! xxoo
Aww I love this post. I get this too since you and I aren’t too far apart in age. I love the awesomeness that getting older brings. 49 looks amazing on you. Enjoy your day!
Happy 49th! We’ll forge ahead together!
Happy birthday young lady ?. I’m loving your posts as you continue to just own everything and rock it! And you will STILL be badass when you hit the big five-oh because there is still a lot to look forward to on the other side (from someone already in the club, fiercefab50 will welcome you with open arms). Until then enjoy your forties ??
Happy birthday Melisa! Hope 49 is off to a bitchin start! 😉
The way you see yourself is how I see you too–all of it, both on a professional and a personal level. I love the way you balance directness with kindness, and always show up in so many ways with so much enthusiasm. Love you, Melisa. You look gorgeous and I’ve never seen you look happier (just like your Bitmoji).
Happy Birthday! Enjoy 49!
49 looks good on you, just sayin’ ❤️