Enjoy it. I had mine (big 50, that is) last month.
Not until I've finished relieving myself. These trousers show off the embarrassing damp patch far too well.
Embarrassing? What's that?
Was/is it hard to accept being 50? 40 was terrible, when I turn 50 I'll either have to laugh to keep from crying or jump in front of a truck.
I hit 50 two years ago and it didn't really bother me. I always think getting old is better than the alternative. Some of my friends never made it.
Nope, not hard at all. But then I had no problems with hitting 40.
TBH, the hardest was 20. After that, it's all been a breeze.
Nah. I'm 56 and I'm boozing & schmoozing, artfagging and fornicating with aplomb. With two plombs, actually.
One of the most positive changes since my forties has been that I give less of a fuck about anything with every passing year. Greyhair & I have completely changed the direction of our work; I bought a mountain bike & take great pleasure in careering down a bridleway on the verge of being completely out of control. I go to the park & bounce about on Poweriser stilts or fly my quadcopter. I recently bought £200 of booze to fill a cocktail cabinet. I wear what the hell I want and say what the hell I want, in private or on public platforms.
Mid-life crisis? Whether I go by my death date tattoo or the sheer abuse I rain upon my body, I must be well over mid-way, and it certainly doesn't feel like a crisis; just liberation.