Have you noticed that in our country everything is directly related to age? That is, in certain years you can do this and that. But as soon as you turn half a century – that’s it, order a grave in the cemetery, and generally keep quiet as a mute. And how – because now you’re a woman of advanced age.
Wear jeans at 50?! Are you out of your mind?! Dye your hair pink and walk down the street like that?! Get an ambulance, quickly call an ambulance – the grandmother has gone completely insane. Yes, yes, in our country at 50 all a woman can do is sit at home with her grandchildren, make roll-ups, fetch her grandfather from the garages, who has once again gone to drink the excellent moonshine from the neighbor, watch soap operas and sadly spit sunflower seeds on the bench under the porch, discussing the young Rebecca and her new suitors.
But is this really life?! Who says everyone has to conform to some stereotype?! Why?! And if you’re 50 and you do not want to live by the script – what then?!
And then take yourself in hand and don’t give a damn about public opinion. Abroad, women at half a century are considered flowers, which have just blossomed at last and began to release their incredible fragrance. Life at 50 there is just beginning, because it’s new opportunities, new goals, new distances and new funny adventures.
Remove from your memory the notorious image of grandma Samantha from the second entrance, which yesterday turned 50 and who is dissatisfied with life, and then does what to collect around the gossip, because there is nothing else to do.
You know that process when a caterpillar chrysalis becomes a butterfly? Well, remember that all your previous life you were a chrysalis, and only now become a butterfly. It’s time to fly and see new horizons.
When we are young, we just collect experience, accumulate it, let’s say, and in adulthood we decide what to do with this experience.
