Article by Juliet Young
I have been absent from Fab after Fifty for a while and I apologise wholeheartedly.
But when I tell you what I’ve been up to recently you might be more inclined to forgive my silence and hear what’s been going on over the last few weeks.
I have quite simply been reinventing myself. I have been remoulding and rebuilding, looking through all the pieces and parts which have made up my innermost self over the last fifty years, and I have been shaking and shifting them all around to create the newest, latest version of who I have always been.
What? Bear with me, please.
I have played many roles over the last five decades. Daughter, sister, cousin and friend. Then wife and mother and in-law and aunt. I have worked in many a weird and wonderful office, creche, school and university and been a colleague to many different people throughout the years.
All these roles have shaped me and made me who I am. But today is the time to add another string to my bow, arrow to my quiver, pen to my pencil-case, or something along those lines.
For I have slowly but surely started reinventing myself as a writer. The last few weeks have been jam-packed with words, sentences, paragraphs and texts. Writing for myself. Writing for others. Entering challenges. Scribbling day and night.
And I am enjoying this new part I have concocted for myself. The writer’s cloak sits comfortably on my shoulders and I do not want to take it off now, or at any time in the future.
Why did it take me so long to dare to follow my dream?
Why did it take me so long to dare wear it? Because being fifty is a milestone. It is a mighty slap with a ring-clad hand which hurts, but which heals. It heals the fears, the anguish, the worry of not being good enough.
At fifty we are good enough. At any age we are good enough but at fifty we finally realise it. Finally understand that we’ve wasted too many years and that our time here is counted and oh so very precious.
So if your dreams have escaped and run away to the hills, whistle for them to come home. Now. This very instant. Sit them all down before you and see which ones still hold true.
My dream to be a writer was there from the age of seven. Why did it vanish for so long? Because I let it. I alone allowed it to wander off and fulfil someone else’s life.
But it’s back now and I am holding onto it with a vengeance, my fingers clutching onto its tiny little hand with the strength of a thousand mums.
So now you have forgiven me (hopefully), you can start forgiving yourself for not becoming the person you really wanted to become.
Because it’s never to late to reinvent ourselves. So who would you like to be?
To get a glimpse of what I have been working on recently pop over to my blog below and find out what I am talking about.
Juliet Young is the author of the blog – omgimfifty which she decided to create on turning fifty last year. She describes it as a self-indulgent observation of moments which make her laugh or moments which make her cry at this new stage of life.
Originally from Glasgow, Scotland she now lives in France with her husband and two daughters. She works in an English language school when she is not writing. Her next plan is to start working on a full-length comical book about being married.