Is fifty a sweet-spot? The intersection of strength and smarts perhaps?
Today I turn fifty, and realizing that it truly may be a sweet spot has me feeling good.
I’m a little past my prime physically; no longer able to do some of the things I could when I was younger. But I’m also stronger now than I’ll be at any point in the future. Strength is a bell curve, peaking mid-life. At fifty, maybe I’m a little past my peak, but still not too far from that crest.
Mentally though, I haven’t quite peaked. Older means wiser, right? Alzheimer’s and old age stubbornness aren’t too far off. But until then, I should continue in an older-is-wiser progression.
Looking through rose colored glasses on my birthday at a chart of strength and smarts, today looks to be that intersection. I plan on enjoying this sweet spot while I can… before I start forgetting how strong I used to be.