The definition of ‘Definition’ is: ‘to make something definite’, which makes defining 40 completely subjective. This is my definite. For now. *wink, wink*. What did your definite 40 look like?
I wasn’t at all prepared to turn 40. I can remember the 8th grade like it was yesterday, but when you do the math, WOW, it certainly was not! Definitely.
Looking in the mirror is different. Enough said. Definitely.
Metabolism has become a dirty word… Definitely.
Adulting is now the difference between being an adult child and having adult children. Strange sense of middle-child syndrome in this dynamic. Definitely.
Retirement is something I actually have to plan, instead of mildly consider. Definitely.
The rest is simple, easy to forget by tomorrow, mildly comical, but not at all important in the bigger-picture. Some may carry on through defining 50, only time will tell. First-world problems settle into lessons, or vapor. Either way, moving on.
I was not prepared to be ok with turning 40. The weeks previous, I started to panic, when the day came, it was… Nice! Gobs in my tribe let me know what I meant to them.
Friends from 8th grade are still as close as they were 25 years ago (Damn, math!). How often does that happen?! Not only do we get to love each other for who we were to one-another as children, we have immense love and respect for the mothers, daughters, humans we have all evolved into. – Definitely
The man I married is not the same man who planned, executed to perfect surprise party. Yet, he is exactly the same. The chemical reaction that is our marriage goes from solid to gas and back again, yet our elemental structure stays intact. Miracle of nature. Definitely
Our children have the capacity to drive us insane but, fundamentally they are all great kids. When I thought of having kids, I skipped imagining being a parent to adults. Watching them do life on their own is a pleasure and a privilege. Definitely
Having a job to pay bills to having a fulfilling career. THAT was a pleasantly shocking revelation! Definitely.
I don’t FEEL any different then 18 year-old me. Yet, I FEEL generations ahead of her. She managed to keep us alive when it was her turn. She stayed sane and did the best she could. Now that it is 40-year-old me at the helm, I feel it necessary to return the favor.
40 gets to forgive some, forget some, accept some, reject some. 40 gets to be calm and ok. 40 gets to inherit all the mileage and gets to toss away baggage without regret. 40 gets to remember the past as lessons learned, not unpunished crimes. 40 looks up and forward, instead of down at her feet. 40 is free. Definitely.