Why 50 is the new 30

Photo by Bence Halmosi on Unsplash

I always thought that being 50 was really really old. I mean, grannies were in their 50s weren’t they? Sweet little things, always waiting with cakes and sweets and slipping you some extra pocket money, in much the same manner as a coke dealer slips you a packet during an exchange.

On my 40th birthday — when I demanded to be taken for botox, fillers, and the whole 9 yards (still waiting for that) — I thought that really, all…