Being 50 Something

When I was growing up I wanted to be an archaeologist, I loved history and the thought of going to some ruin and finding something incredible seemed like a dream come true.Even before I wanted to be an archaeologist I wanted to be a Writer. I loved using my imagination and loved everything about words and reading. Then throw in the idea of being a Secretary. I used to love to watch The Lucy Show. The one where she worked for the banker, Mr. Mooney.My point – I wanted to do a whole lot of things with my life, lived a lot of dreams until reality sank in. I never fulfilled the dream or the desire to be an archaeologist. You have to go to an Ivy League School and basically you need a LOT of money to do something like that. Besides I didn’t want my skin to become leather like – LOL.I’ve always loved journaling, don’t know if that’s considered writing but I did always love that. But to the point of this story I’m now 50 something. In my 20′s I decided to pursue an Administrative Assistant career. Remember I loved to watch The Lucy Show and the idea of a being a secretary just seemed so “fancy” to me. For 30 years I lived my dream of being an Administrative Assistant. Cool thing is my last Administrative Assistant position was working at a bank for the Senior Vice President, my Mr. Mooney. That was my dream job. However, all good things do come to an end.I moved on to get a position at a large Cancer Hospital. In my mind it’s the closest thing to a non-profit that I could afford to work. I get to help people every day. It’s not a non-profit but it is a great place to work. It allows me the freedom to go home, most nights, leave the job at work and do what I really love to do which is write.My point is this – our lives change. We ebb and flow out of careers. The days of working at the same job for 30 years and getting a pension and retiring is virtually gone. Now I know some people still do that, but most of us don’t. When I turned 50 something I took a good hard look at my working life and I really didn’t like it. I was done being an Administrative Assistant and I wanted to pursue my writing career.The problem was I didn’t want to be a starving writer. That’s just not on my bucket list of things to do. So I still needed a j.o.b. I got the job that I have now and I can pretty much leave it at the desk when I go home. I can come home enjoy my husband, my dog and our lives and then take time on a Sunday night to write.Where are you in life? Are you done with your current career? Are you newly widowed, divorced or an empty nester? Do you have elderly parents that need you or have they already passed on? The point is it’s okay to take a good look at your life and say “I’m done with this portion of my life, what do I really want to do when I grow up?”It’s okay to dream, and imagine and envision a life you’ve never had before. I’m sure if I really wanted to be an archaeologist, even at this stage of life. I could manage to do it. I don’t have any interest in that now. However, it is on my bucket list to visit the Pyramids, and see the ancient ruins in Greece. I’m sure I won’t uncover some grand thing that someone else hasn’t already found, but to be in a place that is so rich in history is just an outstanding idea to me.Contrary to popular belief when you are 50 something your life isn’t over. Just because you’re newly single, or you’ve never been married, doesn’t mean your life has to end. You’re in a brand new place in life and it’s okay to dream and dream BIG.I found out what I want to do when I grow up, I want to write books, and dream and imagine a life of wonder in Jesus Christ. Today is the first day of the rest of your life. What do you want to do with the rest of it?