I thought my 50s would look much different than they actually do. I love my life, but it’s not what I expected.
I expected greying temples, retirement approaching, an almost paid off mortgage, and milestone anniversary parties with family and friends.
I have the greying temples (which I actually love), but the other things have been replaced by the realization that I still need to work for the health insurance, a recently purchased home that I both adore and sometimes want to burn to the ground, and anniversary weekends in Vegas, because other people are more annoying than I was expecting.
I also wasn't expecting to still think farts are funny, but here we are.