She's Turning 50...

...this month. Ten decades. Half a century.
I was going to post something about turning 50 each day this month. Something fitting, appropriate, for a woman firmly clinging to her forties turning fifty.
And then life intervened in that dark comic way it does, I found myself with a job and "HolyCrapI'mTurningFifty" took a backseat.
It's amazing how much less time there is for ruminating on the big moments in life when you're working through the minutes in each day.
In any case, I need to mark these final days in my forties. I considered running amok and blaming a mid-life crisis. I've noticed a person can get away with a lot of general dumbass-edness by invoking the midlife crisis clause.
But the truth is, I don't have the freakin' energy to run amok. Not enough to even jog amok.
I got a job, coincidentally--or not so coincidentally if you happen to be my friend Father John, who often reminds me "there are no coincidences in God's plan"--on the first day of my month of turning 50. The first job I've ever had where I'm not the owner of the business. Not even the a boss. Father John may be on to something. It's possible God thinks I need to learn that I'm not the boss. (I wish He was a little more clear on this one--I see a lot of situations that could use a good boss...)
So here I am with a significant birthday looming and a still-has-the-new-smell-on-it job and I'm still wondering 'what will I do when I grow up?' I haven't exactly had a firm goal in life. Even now I have trouble nailing the "what" part of what I would do with my life if I had a do-over granted.
Which isn't likely.
All of which leads to my almost fifty year old wisdom for today:
There won't be enough time to do all the things you think you would a) like to do. b) be good at doing. c) ought to do. So choose wisely.