I’ve put off writing this post since celebrating my birthday two months ago. I wanted to give it some thought. I wanted to marinate in being 40.
Leading up to this age, turning 40 seemed like SUCH. A. BIG. DEAL. Surprisingly, it wasn’t. It’s an age I’ve been almost looking forward to. It’s solid without being weighty. It’s mature without being old. It’s middle-age. But isn’t that the best part of a jelly doughnut: the middle?
To kiss my youth goodbye is a little sad, but the riches I’ve gained through experience and meaningful relationships is what makes getting older golden. I love my family with a ferocity that I never knew existed until I had kids. I love and respect my friends for all their differences, their strengths and weaknesses, their struggles and successes, and their willingness to love me back.
I can’t really write about turning 40, or aging in general, without acknowledging some of the things my girlfriends have said since sliding (tripping?) into middle age, things they never would have uttered at 20:
- “Is there a bar in this strip mall?”
- “We need to find a bathroom! Now!“
- “I might have to go into that Five & Dime and buy some pants in case I pee mine!”
- “My butt cheeks are sagging. I need lifts everywhere.”
- “Is anyone else finding gray pubic hairs?”
- “It’s 11 o’clock. Let’s get a drink now and take a nap later.”
So, in appreciation for all the humor, joy, kindness, and love that are yet to be enjoyed…Cheers! Here’s to turning 40! I’m happy to be in the middle of my story because, God willing, I’m just getting to the good part.