50 is Not the New 30—And That’s a Good Thing

Let me just go ahead and say it: 50 is not the new 30. And thank God.

Sure, my 30s had their perks. My skin was still glowing, my metabolism hadn’t completely betrayed me, and I could drink a soda at a movie without thinking about my next bathroom break. Plus, the young guys still paid attention. In my 50s? One look at these grays and they skedaddle like I’m their grandmother (Maybe it's because I say things like skedaddle).

Well—most of them run. Except for the 75-year-old bachelor in the grocery store who walked up to me in the produce aisle, looked deep into my soul (or maybe just my hairline), and whispered: “I love your grays.”

Eek. Good for you, Grandpa. Keep it moving. And eat at a Tic Tac!

But along with my 30s came anxiety about being “enough,” people-pleasing to the point of burnout, and trying to prove myself in every room I walked into.

At 50? That room better have a chair, a snack, and a fan blowing directly on my face.

You Know Yourself Now (Even If You Sometimes Forget Why You Walked Into the Kitchen)

There’s a confidence that comes with this decade that I wouldn't trade for my 30s. I don’t have time for drama, nonsense, or skinny jeans that cut off my air supply. I’ve lived, learned, lost, loved—and now I get to be the truest version of myself without asking anyone’s permission.

Gone are the days of wondering if I’m too much. I am, and I love it.

Boundaries Become a Lifestyle

In my 30s, I stayed at events way too long, said yes when I wanted to scream no, and apologized for things that weren’t even mine to own.

In my 50s? I RSVP “no” with confidence, leave when I’m tired, and protect my peace like it’s the only thing keeping me upright. Because sometimes.... it is.

You’re Wiser—And Funnier

These laugh lines? Earned. Every wrinkle has a story. And when I speak, people listen—not because I talk louder, but because I’ve got something to say and I don’t shrink back to say it.

Also, let’s just acknowledge: my comebacks are sharper now, and my B.S. detector? Fully upgraded.

Aging Isn’t the Enemy. It’s the Evolution.

I’m not who I was at 30—and that’s exactly the point. Growth isn’t linear and neither is beauty. At 50, I’m stepping into a chapter that values wholeness over hustle, peace over perfection, and authenticity over approval.

So no, 50 is not the new 30. It’s better. Bolder. Braver. And if you ask me, a whole lot more fun—especially when you stop pretending it’s supposed to look like it used to.

Sit back and embrace this season of your life, strong opinions, and a good glass of wine. Or herbal tea. Depends on the night.

Until the next hot flash…

 💋 LB