Today is the big day. I'm officially 40! And the sky has not fallen. Everything appears normal. In fact, I feel good! Maybe not James Brown good, but still good. Great, even!
We just had a party last Friday night, and I had a great time. We danced until 2 a.m.; I had so much fun. And I felt fine the next day, too, which was a relief - I mean, completely expected.
My son asked why my friends had left their cars parked in front of our house. "Ummmm.....they're being environmentally friendly?"
I thought 39 was going to be the hardest, and it was. Maybe that seems funny, but to me that was when I realized I was at the end of my thirties, that this was the last year of them and that was it. And I got used to that, and now I'm ready to face my forties. Head on, or at least with the help of a little red wine!
I think it helps that I'm very happy with my life right now. I'm very happy with my family and my house, and I like my job. Also I'm probably the fittest I've been.....ever. I'm going to run another 25K soon and I'm training for a try a tri - a mini triathlon. I feel like I've got some good momentum going.
As you get older you get more comfortable with yourself. You accept who you are and you don't care as much what other people think. Next year all of my children will be in school. I have a little more independence and I can do things like staying up until 2 a.m., dancing and having fun with my friends.
At one point my husband asked me anxiously, "It's okay if I play hockey on your birthday, right? The game isn't until 11:15 p.m. so you'll be in bed then anyway...right?"
I looked him right in the eye. "At 11:15 p.m. on my birthday, I might be curled in a ball, lying in a corner sobbing for all you know!" I informed him frostily. My husband looked terrified. I should say that my husband is three years younger than me, darn him. Anyway, it's okay. I will not be that person sobbing in the corner. I'm content. Bring on my forties! Let the adventure begin!
At one point my husband asked me anxiously, "It's okay if I play hockey on your birthday, right? The game isn't until 11:15 p.m. so you'll be in bed then anyway...right?"
I looked him right in the eye. "At 11:15 p.m. on my birthday, I might be curled in a ball, lying in a corner sobbing for all you know!" I informed him frostily. My husband looked terrified. I should say that my husband is three years younger than me, darn him. Anyway, it's okay. I will not be that person sobbing in the corner. I'm content. Bring on my forties! Let the adventure begin!
2 comments:
welcome to 40 jen, it's fabulous. oh to have this kind of confidence back when i had the body to match--ha! life is good and each new year added means another year on the earth to share, learn, and love each other. oh, and have a good glass of wine or two.
Here's to being environmentally friendly way into our 40s and beyond!
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