That would be a "half-century" card - yikes! When you put it like that, fifty sounds kind of old!
Or when the news recently ran an Amber Alert for a missing elderly woman...I was picturing a stooped-over gray-haired old lady (with a cane, of course) - turns out this elderly person was 53 years old. That's NOT elderly, dangnabbit!
As I approached my birthday, I got to thinking about everything I've wanted to do in life - not really a bucket list-type of thing, but just checking in with myself...was there anything that I still wanted, to do or to own, after all these years? Well, yes - there was one thing that I've wanted ever since I was a kid - probably from the age of 12 or so...
A DRUM SET!!!
I have always wanted to learn how to play the drums. ALWAYS. The closest I ever got to it was owning a pair of drum sticks as a teenager, and then marrying a drummer. But he didn't own a set of drums, so fat lot of good that did me! However, I think it may have helped when I told him, over a year ago, what I wanted for my 50th birthday...I'm sure Jeff figured that I would share my drum set if I got one, so he set about finding one for me. And he succeeded, thanks to Craigslist (I didn't want him to spend too much on them, so used was perfectly fine with me).
That's right, I'm a DRUMMER, baby!
I have never had any music lessons, and I'm not particularly musically-inclined...but why should that stop me? My goal song is to play the drums to Kansas' "Carry On Wayward Son" - and I will get there. I'm having a blast playing with the drums right now - there's a lot of stuff on YouTube to help get me started, although I do plan on taking some lessons soon.
Check out the hula girl drumsticks that Barbara and Theresa gave me - perfect for my Hawaii 5-0 themed birthday!
I even personalized it a bit more with a hibiscus flower decal - it's actually hiding a burn mark on the bass drum, but hey - it's appropriate, don't you think?
So far there's only been one person who isn't a fan of the drum set:
This ting makes loud noize. Please to stop, mom.
Poor Paco. He wants to be with me, but the banging on the drums makes him nervous. He spends the time I'm playing alternating between timidly coming down the hallway to check on me, and retreating to my walk-in closet on the other side of the house. Hopefully he'll get used to this soon.
If I've learned anything over my 50 years here on earth, it's that it's never too late to start something - be it finally losing weight, or becoming a runner, or learning how to knit - so why not start playing the drums? There's no expiration date on having fun, and in case you were wondering, banging on the drums is FUN!