I turned 50 back in July. I have to say it’s been more of a shock than I expected. I figured all the hype about becoming a Crone or 50 being a big transition age was just that – hype. Once again I have been proven wrong.
The biggest shock I had upon turning 50 is the realization that I have somehow manage to shed almost 30+ years of civilizing. I joke that the women in my family don’t domesticate well but it’s kind of true. None of us has ever been a “traditional” female. Quite possibly because most of us have had the unluck to marry men who have proven to be abysmal partners for one reason or other. Clearly this is some type of familial pattern; a cycle that needs to be addressed and changed. Anyway, I’ve gotten off point here. The point is that apparently 50 year old me has a lot in common with 13 year old me. Now that I no longer need to “dress for success” or anyone else’s approval, I have gone back to my favorite look – jeans, boots and plaid shirts. How ironic that I loved this look long before Supernatural became popular.
I’ve also experienced a shift in attitude. Not that I was ever shy about expressing my opinions but I did occasionally manage to tone things down depending upon the company. Now I just don’t give a shit. It’s as though that poor, weak, fragile filter that prevented me from being completely unrated was demolished, destroyed, damaged beyond repair. Don’t misunderstand, I rarely intend to be insulting, rude or obnoxious but somehow I’m sure I come off that way when my mouth gets ahead of my brain. At the same time I realize this is the result of not having to worry that I’ll offend someone who good opinion I might need later on. The truth is I am a lousy diplomat.
For many years I felt as though I identified most with the energies of the Queen of Swords and Queen of Wands. Now I realize that Queen of Swords persona was exactly that – a mask I donned when the occasion called for it. Now I fully embrace my Queen of Wands energy but it means that sometimes I bash people into submission (or as my mother likes to say, I use “truth” as a weapon). What I have also discovered is my connection to the Queen of Pentacles. I can be a caregiver. I’ll be the first to admit that it’s not my favorite role but when I have to make a choice between doing what might be sensible and/or more convenient or doing what I believe is right, then I’m willing and able to make sacrifices.
So, turning 50 has proven to be quite a mind-blowing experience all around. I’ve realized that I don’t need things to be happy (in fact, much to my shock, I’ve realized too many things just makes me feel overwhelmed). I’ve learned that I don’t want to bend to the wills of others. I want to run my own life and follow my own passions. I’ve learned that I’m tired of letting the perfect get in the way of the good. I’m sure there are lots more things I’ve learned but this was a good starting point.
Just to make it interesting for any readers out there I decided to ask the Tarot what message I can offer to any others going through a similar experience. I drew the Page of Swords from the Tarot of the Secret Forest. At first I thought the youth was playing a cello or similar instrument but looking closer I realized he is holding a sword and shield. The minute I saw this card I heard the phrase “relearn your own mind; stay true to your inner music”. I’m interpreting this to mean that turning 50 gives us a chance to reconnect to who we really are without the obligations of motherhood, career, marriage and societal expectations. We’ve been able to moved beyond all that and now we can pick up our instruments and learn how to dance and sing our true songs, our soul songs, again.