For the first fifty years, the equation was simple: Subtract the belly from the brunch. Subtract the opinion from the meeting if you want to keep your job. Subtract the need, the noise, the nerve. We were trained to fold ourselves into smaller, quieter, more digestible versions of who we actually were. Wear the beige. Laugh at the joke that wasn’t funny. Apologize for the parking spot. Apologize for existing in a room.
Because here’s the real truth, darling: 50 something mag
I should exercise more. I should call that person back. I should want a promotion. Should is a four-letter word invented by people who sell planners. This decade is for want and won’t . I want to read on the couch for three hours. I won’t feel guilty about it. Try it. It’s terrifying for the first ten minutes. Then it’s heaven. For the first fifty years, the equation was
— From the editors of 50 Something Magazine. Because you’re not old. You’re experienced. We were trained to fold ourselves into smaller,
That’s the secret they hide behind the retinol ads: Once the world stops looking at you like a potential piece of meat or a threat to its hierarchy, you can finally move like a ghost who steals what she wants. Attention? Don’t need it. Approval? Got a closet full of it from decades I’ll never get back. Permission? Please. The Three ‘Un-Learnings’ of 50-Something If you’re going to survive—no, thrive —in this decade, you have to unlearn three things immediately:
By Terry McMillan’s fictional best friend (and yours, too)
Unless you actually backed into someone’s Honda, stop saying it. You are not sorry for having a different opinion. You are not sorry for taking the last piece of cake. You are not sorry for leaving the party at 9:15 because your back hurts and the music is too loud. “No” is a complete sentence. “I don’t want to” is a close second.