My turning 50 coincided with my grandmother turning 100 years old. And as with most old people, I began to reminisce about my life and the many lessons that my grandmother has given me. Then, a friend encouraged me to put those stories to print and write a memoir. At first I thought she was joking, and then I thought she might be drunk, but then I realized she was serious.
I know many women age 50 and beyond who appear to be entrapped in the same old routines, poised and mature but hampered by grim rigidity. I know others, though, who remain fun and adventurous, unafraid to stretch their comfort zone no matter how old they are and what anyone else thinks. They are the ones who can still party all night -– even if it is once every few months and it takes that long for them to recover.