More reflections on turning 50

We don't stop playing because we get old, we get old because we stop playing. ~Herbert Spencer

After 1 week of being 50 years old I have found myself reflecting on the upcoming decade and what I might have to look forward to or not.
It's funny, as we get older the older "old" get. When I was 30 I thought 50 was old. Now that I'm 50, 70 is old. I suppose turning 50 is when we catch a glimpse of our morality and it becomes a life review of what is important and what isn't. I've heard that the 50’s maybe the best decade of your life – the kids are grown and you have about as much money as you’re ever going to make in your life. Probably, true for me the money part but my kids aren't grown and the next ten years most likely will be the most financially burdensome years I will ever face.
Some days I want to keep on fooling myself and the world. I want to hang with the 30 year old's, party like a college student, and live with reckless abandon. Other days, I want to embrace 50. I want to enjoy where I am...as I am...and not worry what anybody else thinks. I want to slow down and relish the things that I truly enjoy. Maybe it is true, "50 is the new 30."
I look back on my thirties with such fondness of those years. My kids were so young and we were so happy. How I long for those days again. I see my 60's as when those care free no worry days may appear again.