article_snippet: At my current vintage, 62, my mother was content to spend her days playing golf, perhaps a rubber of bridge, popping in on the grandchildren, then spending the evening watching TV.
article_snippet: Like Mariella, I remember that turning 50 can feel like the beginning of the end.
article_snippet: Yet when I saw older friends were getting on with older friends lives with added relish, I was determined to enter my new half-century with cocktails and laughter.
article_snippet: My 50s weren’t without My 50s fair share of turbulence.
article_snippet: How different it was for my mother’s generation, who seemed to accept that slowing down was inevitable in their 50s.
article_snippet: Getting old is impossible to imagine when you’re young.
article_snippet: But then getting old is not what it used to be.