Celebrating the Big 50

I'm turning 50 this December and the thing that worries me most is I have no idea how to celebrate it.
I'm the unassuming type, don't like to be the centre of attention BUT I have always celebrated my milestones.
When I was 16 and 18 I had a big party at home with family and many dear friends in attendance. For my 21st I struggled a little but in the end I celebrated my 21st by having a BBQ in the park with family and friends. I had to do something different though, so I stayed sober that entire day and night!! Simply Un-Australian. For my 30th I had a big dinner with family and friends and for my 40th a friend and I celebrated jointly at the Casino.
Now I know about the wonderfully exciting list of things you can do for your 50th but none of that grabs me. Yes I know I can visit the Big Apple or go to some other exciting far away land OR pick 50 exciting things to do the year I turn 50 OR have a big party where I can pretend it's the 80's all over again BUT I don't want that.
Why you ask? Well for me this is a really important age that needs to be celebrated in the most unique and meaningful way BECAUSE suddenly you are staring mortality in the face! You need to make this one count because who know's what lies around the corner. Other reasons blocking my decision includes the fact that mum and dad aren't with us anymore,  half my family aren't talking to one another for the stupidest of reasons that I won't go into, and I want to do something for ME! My husband and kids are all for a trip overseas but that's not just for me. A party just isn't what I want at this time and the 50 things to do over a year is a little too indulgent for me.
So what of me? What can I do? To be honest, I'm not sure but I do know this, if I could suddenly sell a screenplay or become involved in making films some how or even have a following for my writing THAT would be the best 50th celebration EVER.
I'll write again soon, but in the mean time please follow my Blog. Cheers.

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