68 Days to Go

68 days and I'll be 50. I don't feel 50. I hardly feel 40. Whatever I feel, I'm still hitting a BIG milestone. When I was younger, 50 sounded so old. Now I don't know whether it's old or not. I hope its not. I mean, do I now have to change the way I dress, the things I do? I have visions of tweed skirts, sensible shoes and blouses buttoned to the neck. Miss Marple here I come. Only, that's not me. I still feel like I'm in my 30s. At times my body lets me know that I'm not, but who cares. I intend my 50th year to be one of the best. But what to do.....