50 for 50

April 7, 2019 at 10:50 pm Leave a comment

I have never been big on birthdays. Until this one. Tomorrow I will be 50, which feels like a massive milestone. From surviving cancer, to surviving parenthood, I feel like celebrating this as the big deal that it is.

A party is not for me, so I decided to make a list of 50 things I want to do in my 50th year. There’s nothing really huge on there – no Icelandic vacation or hiking the Pacific Crest Trail despite both being things I’d like to do – as ultimately I wanted to make the list achievable in this year.

Surprisingly, I have found the list somewhat difficult to make – figuring out 50 small but important things has not been an easy task. I’ve only come up with 29 thus far, but I keep adding things here and there. Re-learning Rachmaninoff’s Prelude in C# Minor, something I could play when I was 17, is on there. Getting tattoo number four. Mastering a couple of yoga poses that have proved difficult after removing my tumor and lymph nodes also removed my ability to do a lot of things with my arm.

So far? I’ve crossed off four things on the list. Finishing the painting I talked about here a couple of weeks ago, making writing a habit again, playing piano again on a regular basis, and buying a pair of mermaid-scale printed boots have all been completed (I work with kids in the environmental education field…between those boots and the pink streak in my hair, I am *in* with the 5th graders).

Not on the list? Anything having to do with C. Nothing really having to do with Husband (except hopefully he’ll want to do some of those outdoor activities on the list with me). This list is all about me. Having put myself last on the list – or even taking myself off it altogether – for so long, I’m truly learning self-care for maybe the first time in my adult life. Taking up things I love once again – writing, yoga, piano – is an important part of reclaiming my own identity after kind of forgetting my own self for so long. It sounds like the ultimate of cliches, but I truly got lost in the job of making sure the person I brought into the world could survive in it.

Now the focus turns back on me. It is the key to my own survival, if I’m honest. So off I go to tackle number 17 on the list. Wish me well.

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