25 | July | 2014 | SSLYblog

Yeah, Life Happened! I reached the half century mark on Wednesday this week. I don’t fell that old. How did that happen? I’m a daughter, a wife, a mother, a grandmother. I was a sister… That’s the saddest thing in my life. How did I out live my sister, who was 10 years younger then me? It still makes me sad every day. But life goes on, and I have to say, I’m happier at 50 then I have ever been in my life!

How many people get to live their dream? In my 50th year I was able to quit my day job and pursue writing as a full time career. Now, I will admit, I don’t make most of my income from my own writing, but from editing and promotion, but still, I am able to work from home and spend all my time immersed in the world of literature. It is a dream come true!

As my husband says, if you love your work, you never work a day in your life. I wake up with a smile on my face every day. I spend probably 12 hours a day on the computer, doing promotions, editing, writing, sending out emails, etc. I love to to talk to all my Facebook friends. I have met so many wonderful people on Facebook. People I have never met in person, but I still count as close friends. A few I have had the great good fortune to meet at conventions and it was like meeting long lost friends!

I also got to re-connect with my blog mate, Beverly. Bev and I have know each other for (cough) 37 years! OMG that’s a long time! She was a bridesmaid in my wedding and I was at hers (well one of them, lol) But for many years we lost touch. I lived in Florida and she was in California, and Illinois and Wisconsin and …. well you get the picture. We exchanged Christmas cards and one or the other of us would call maybe once or twice a year to catch up, but that was all. Now we talk almost every day! I think we are closer friends even then we were in high school, and that’ s saying something because we were roommates! LOL

So, what does it mean to be a half a century old? NOTHING! I truly believe age is just a number. I love being 50! My kids are grown. My grand children are the perfect age to spoil ( and finally moved out, so I can spoil them and send them home!) I don’t have to worry so much about how I look, although I’ll NEVER go gray, (you better dye my hair in the casket buddy or I’ll come back and haunt you!) I do have a few more aches and pains then I did when I was younger and I don’t have the stamina I once did, but I’m a lot more patient then I used to be (and more sneaky too)

So all in all. I’m a Happy Half Century!