Forty.

I turn 40 today.

I have kind of been dreading this day for a year now. I have always loved being in my 30s; it was old enough to have acquired wisdom, but young enough to feel like you still have opportunities.

40, in contrast, seems middle aged. 

I can’t stop time, though, and I am determined not to fight my age. Maybe this decade is the decade I do something awesome like write and publish a book and complete an Ironman. Maybe it’s the decade I don’t, and I just raise my son and work as an accountant and live my life quietly and find peace in that. 

The fact is, it still can be whatever I decide. 

And today, I decide to eat turkey and give thanks and count my blessings.

I am loved, and that is the best birthday present I could ask for.

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3 Responses to Forty.

  1. Catwoman73 says:

    Happy 40th birthday! I am loving my 40s. You’re absolutely right- it is what you make it. Life is full of possibilities. Enjoy your day… and that turkey!

  2. Turia says:

    Happy birthday! I am positive your forties will be amazing, just like your thirties were.
    xoxo

  3. Mel says:

    Apologize for the belated birthday wishes… but HAPPY BIRTHDAY. I hope you have settled into 40 this week. It’s not nearly as bad as it feels when you’re looking at it from your 30s.

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