As the big 5-0 approached, I felt myself falling into a sort of no woman's land without a parachute. My clients, all senior level ad execs, were getting younger by the minute. My designer jeans and Manolo Blahniks were generating less and less interest from the opposite sex. My doctor asked if I'd started experiencing hot flashes yet. And my hair stylist repeatedly mentioned shorter, more "age-appropriate" haircuts with me. Funny thing though, no one was mentioning my much anticipated clock rewind back to 40! I dreaded turning 50 with every inch of my being.
My 50th birthday came and went faster than the pint of ice cream I consumed standing in front of the frig the morning of my "big day". I did not hear a single angel rejoicing "Happy 40th!". Not one peep.
Since the day my meter clicked over to 50, all I've heard about are 50 and 60-something women trying to "reinvent" themselves so they can survive in our youth obsessed society. If fifty is the new forty and sixty is the new fifty, what the hell does that mean to me and how do I get on the bus?
Stay tuned, we'll find out together.
Welcome to www.TheFiftyFactor.com - Joanna