
My Last Day in My 50s
As I write this column, I am on my very last day in my 50s. Tomorrow, I will be 60 years old. I never imagined myself at this age. I remember being nine years old, just waiting to turn ten. I lied all summer, saying I was already ten until my sister-cousin Dawn called me out. I wanted so bad to be 19. Not because I wanted to go to bars and drink….I just wanted to go to the Polar Bear in Lutsen and dance! 30 I was a new mom to Zoe and felt like a raccoon on roller skates! It took a while to get my balance. By 40, I had three littles and had just moved to Annandale: new house, new friends. My 50s have been a blur. I used to roll my eyes when Grandma Isabelle said time flies as you get older. Now I know just what she meant.