As a kid I thought turning 50 was old and I have not really given much thought to what life would be like post 50, which brings me to my current reality. So I’m 50 now, yes 50. I don’t feel 50, so call me 50 years young. My wife asked: “Can this birthday celebration be different, can you celebrate with joy?” I have not really celebrated birthdays with parties, except for a couple in my teens, which my parents initiated. For me a birthday had been a milestone moment of what goals I have missed the last year or a moment of reflection on some poor decisions. Especially the big birthdays, where you reflect on the last decade, not a milestone, but more of a crushing millstone moment. Maybe I’ve set too many goals or the goals were unrealistic, but how would you ever achieve something significant if you don’t have anything to aim at? We also make decisions with the information at hand at the time, with hindsight always trumping the “now”, on the not-so-good …