Why do some think of being a part of the “50+ crowd” as off-putting, when maybe we should relish the glory? I hope to have figured out all that eludes me in the next ten years, but I’ll settle for growing to a point where I don’t care about the unimportant problems! Maybe I’ll have time to “ponder” again; a fragile privilege taken for granted by the careless under 30s. Ten years from now, my parenting obligations will be “legally” optional and I can opt to join this coveted, almost mythical group which revels in being infinitely wiser than the 40-somethings. Joining the ranks of the 50+ crowd means attaining a status of enjoying the fruits of a life well-lived. With blueprint rules satisfied, the party is now planned, starting, and paid for. So, what’s the problem?
