This is 50

I didn’t look forward to turning 30.

I hella didn’t look forward to turning 40.

But I always looked forward to turning 50. I had plans for an epic trip + waking up in a city other than Vancouver on my birthday. Also, throwing myself a big banger, half-century celebration.

Neither of that happened this past month.

Although it was big-time suckage, I know that I’m in the same boat as many friends who have also turned 50 + rain checked celebrations due to the pandemic. That just means I’ll have to go EVEN bigger with my lofty birthday plans when it’s safe to do so. (This year, I hope!)

I count myself fortunate to see 50 when so many others never got that privilege. And lucky that my charmed life has been downright idyllic, compared to the many, many others who are fighting for their rights to just exist + to be.

I thought at 50, I would feel on top of the world. That everything would be platinum as I start to sit back + reflect on where I came from, enjoy what I’ve accomplished so far, and map out all the things I’ve still yet to do. Cuz plans? I got ‘em!

If this darkest timeline has taught me anything, it’s to never, ever take things for granted. That’s something I work on everyday.

Especially because at the 50 year mark, the fact that there are more years behind you, than there are in front, REALLY takes hold. And we best be making the most of those remaining years. (Seriously, where did the time go + how did I get here so fast?)

Thank you to all my family + friends who have made my 50 years on this planet so wonderful. I love you all + look forward to making more happy memories with everyone.

This is 50.