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I grew up alongside the internet, coming of age as LiveJournal, webcams, and Facebook shaped how we present ourselves to the world. Those early years taught me to curate my image carefully — to find the right angle, the best lighting, and the most polished version of myself to share.
But now, as I approach 50, my favorite photos are the messy, unplanned ones: my whole family crammed into a chaotic selfie or the portraits my daughter takes from an odd angle, in bad lighting, with no makeup or preparation. Just me, exactly as she sees me every day.
I can see myself as she does, relaxed and smiling. Not a ghost of the jittery 20-something terrified of double chins and belly rolls captured for online posterity.
Aging (especially for women) is often framed as a loss — of youth, relevance, and opportunity, but I don’t feel like a loser.
I’ve spent my 40s doing deep work to heal trauma, learn to exist in my body again, and develop my purpose as a person, a parent, and a writer. I’m not done with that work, but I’m hitting a glorious groove. Instead of dreading my 50th birthday, I’m taking my 49th year to embrace it early, practicing how I want to show up at 50. This is not a crisis, it’s a celebration.
I’ve spent time adjusting my mindset already
Midlife isn’t a decline. It’s the peak of mastery, clarity, and self-respect.
On my 49th birthday, I started reading texts on matriarchy and crone wisdom, collecting insights that have held me afloat in a sea of patriarchy this year. My study has reframed this life stage as one of authority and liberation.
For example, in the past, I have tentatively approached career opportunities, expecting to be dismissed as too green. At almost 50, there is nothing green about my professional life. My skills and ambition have aged into the toughest leather. I no longer feel the need to prove myself professionally; I’ve earned my place.
I’m shifting my mindset from career to vocation, focusing on what feels meaningful, not just what’s expected. My career has included many roles — newspaper reporter, editor, academic librarian, freelance writer. My vocation, however, is to practice my core values: family, health, curiosity, creativity, and purpose.
I’m choosing radical acceptance of my body, health, and priorities
As a woman, it feels as though I’m expected to be at war with my body, whipping it into a prescribed image. Pass. I’ve already wasted decades fighting myself. Aging confidently is a natural extension of the body acceptance I’ve worked for in my 40s. Beauty standards haven’t disappeared, but I no longer let them dictate my self-worth (most days).
I’m also letting go of shame and fear around chronic illness. I’m learning to work with my body, having spent the last two decades as a type 2 diabetic, ashamed and afraid of how my health will decline until I cease to exist. At almost 50, I’ve realized the wheels haven’t come off yet, and there’s a lot to be grateful for.
I used to be ashamed that I needed insulin injections to manage my blood sugar; recently, I started using an insulin pump. I had to overcome the fear of asking my doctor for this device, justifying the need to her, the insurance company, and myself. On the other side of that challenge, I’m grateful for the technology that takes some of the mental load off my plate and is much more effective at keeping my blood sugar in range.
I used to think exercise had to be punishing to “count.” At 49, I’ve decided I don’t have to plan the next six months around walking further and faster. Instead, I take a walk at the park and count the number of ducks I see.
I no longer look at the years I have left and think about running out of time to fix myself; instead, I think about running out of time to enjoy myself. I refuse to waste time on things that don’t fit my values. Every endeavor must check at least one of these boxes: I look forward to doing it, enjoy it, or feel good after doing it. At almost 50, there’s no time left for anything that doesn’t hit one of those targets.
I’m choosing not to fear aging
“Taking better care of myself” has a new meaning. I take regular breaks to stretch and bounce on my mini-trampoline so I don’t get stiff and grumpy. Meditation and journaling are given the same priority on my to-do list as invoicing and working on my book proposal. I care about how I feel as much as my productivity.
Rather than fearing the (amazing!) milestone of my 50th birthday, I’m using this year to lean into it early. I’m practicing saying “no” freely, celebrating my crone wisdom, and truly not giving so many effs. If 50 is a peak, why wait to embrace it?
