When we launched Huff/Post50 one year ago, we implied that our generation was not ready to "go gently into that good night." In a year that brought the death of a dear friend, Nora Ephron, at seventy-one years old, I am inspired by a toast that Nora gave on the occasion of my fiftieth birthday. She stood up, champagne glass in her hand, and said, "I am here to tell you good things can happen after turning fifty. I didn't direct my first movie until I was fifty."
It got me thinking: If Nora could accomplish what she did in twenty-one years, why is it that we are somehow led to believe that age defines what we can and cannot do? If anything, turning fifty seems like license to liberate yourself from any definition at all.
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