Turning 55

Turning 55, that’s what I did today. There are a few things I want to share about turning 55.

I am now eligible for senior discounts. I will definitely take advantage of this rite of passage. I mean if you have to get old, you might as well get a discount, right? I know I can get a discount at Wendy’s. It’s called a senior drink. I have a friend who told me that when her kids were young they would post a list of where kids eat free. Now they post the senior discount list. You might as well take advantage when you cross that line.

The next thing is this…when you fill out forms asking your age, they usually provide you with a series of boxes with a range of numbers. For instance; 25-35, or 35-46, etc.  Here’s the deal: 55 and up is the last box. There are no more boxes to check, my friend. It’s the last stop!

Turning 55 is really no big deal. It doesn’t feel any different than turning any age felt. It’s just a number. I’ve heard the platitudes before. I basically agree with them. It is just a number. The alternative, although is appealing, I’m thinking it’s just not my time yet. After all, I’m only 55.

I’ve found that I enjoy birthdays! I do, so turning 55 is really no big deal. I spent it with my family. There is nothing I love more than being with my people, and turning 55 provided me with that opportunity. The gifts were good, the good was tasty, the cake was pretty but the company…priceless.

Turning 55 was just another birthday but I enjoyed the time.