Forty and Sporty? Birthday Milestones: the Big 4-0
Yesterday was the day. The Big 4-0. I guess that means that I am officially over the hill.
I took a good look at myself in the mirror. Do I look 40? What exactly does 40 look like anyway? 40 is the new 30, right? Ugh, I wasn’t so crazy about 30 either!
I really, really hate my birthday.
I don’t mind other people’s birthdays. I like to make my kids feel special all week when theirs comes around. Oddly enough all three of my children are born in the same month, so we just have a birthday March-Madness month at our house. I enjoy my husband’s birthday, even though it often interferes with Mother’s Day. I give all my FaceBook friends birthday greetings when I see it’s their birthday on my home page. It’s just my own birthday that rubs me the wrong way.
In the next ten years... I would like to:
- Be out of debt
- Be a published author
I'm pretty sure these are the same goals I set at 30!
Maybe I just don’t like getting older. Why is that? Why is it that I spent all of my childhood longing to be an adult and most of my adulthood trying to hang on to youth?
Thirty was a tough one for me ten years ago. At the beginning of the same year I was to turn 30 I went into this major exercise/health kick. Thirty just seemed so grown-up! Even though I was a wife and a mother of three I just didn’t feel… grown up.
Once the big 3-0 hit, I sat down at my dining room table and thought about my life. I realized that I had accomplished all the life goals that I had originally set for myself. I had graduated from college, I had gotten married, and I was a mother of three beautiful children. While I was proud of my accomplishments, I knew there was more. I needed to set more goals and I looked at how I wanted my life to be ten years later.
Now here we are, ten years later. Where has the time gone? So much has happened, so much has changed, yet so much has stayed the same. Forty seems like such a grown up age, and yet I still don’t feel grown up! Even though I’m still a wife and a mother of three growing kids, inside I still feel like a kid myself.
Mentally I try and recall all of the goals I set for myself ten years ago. I’m sure I wrote them down, I’m a writer for heaven’s sake, but I have no clue where on earth I would find them. The thought of going through the mountain of journals in the closet is tempting, but I think I’ll pass. Memory lane is an all day journey. But deep down, I remember. I know what those goals were and I know I haven’t met them all. Perhaps that’s what’s bothering me the most.
All birthdays serve as milestones. Milestones in our lives help us see where we’ve been and cause us to look ahead to where we are going. The big birthdays, the ones ending in 0 really do have special significance. They are the entrance into another decade, another phase, another set of opportunities to shape the next several milestones.
I realize now that I am not exactly where I wanted to be when I envisioned my life ten years ago. I may not have done all that I set out to accomplish by forty, but that’s okay. I still have another ten years until the next decade comes around, right?
So, back to the mirror. Do I look 40? Hmmm… if this is what 40 looks like, then fine. I look 40.