There is something about the age of 40 that stands out in my mind. I am not exactly sure what it is though as most of my close friends are now 40. I am just a matter of time away from turning 40 and don’t feel a day over 30 – thus it isn’t a birthday a dread in any way.
But it is 40…
It is a kind of “mid-life.”
It seems to be a turning point for many – their focus moving from the self to the world at large or contributing something to the community or society.
Perhaps it is after turning 40 that one starts to consider life – where we want our lives to go and how we want them to look?
Does our lifestyle change from what we have to what we can give?
These are the thoughts that are running through my head.
This morning I considered the last decade…
I turned 30 with little fanfare. My daughter had just started walking. We lived in the Midwest, and I had no idea how my life would unfold. And how it did unfold!
Within months of turning 30, I moved our little family back to Virginia, bought our house, and chose to be as involved with my daughter as I could while having a profession. People and relationships have come and gone each offering chances to learn and grow. I put my passport away for the decade, traveling and exploring more locally and domestically – finding more of the beauty of this country and my life as a woman and a mother. I am not sure that it is possible to capture the texture and variances of the decade I spent being a “30 something”… suffice it to say that it have involved laughter and love, passion and creativity, discovery and exploration… tears, tears, and more tears… a trip down the rabbit hole, reclaiming myself , remembering what it is to trust , learning more about love and acceptance and releasing…
And to think, all of it happened in my 30s!
Here I stand, 39 years old, ready to embrace my 40s!
I have an inkling of what the next decade will include – my daughter will begin to enter womanhood, my career will change, there will be love, tears, and letting go… there will be exploration and discovery…opportunities abound; the sky is the limit. Throughout the last 40 years, I have learned that I love not knowing what the future holds. There is something amazingly invigorating about life unfolding before our eyes with its surprises and challenges. My 30s were growing years… stretching years… My 40s promise to be more of the same and yes… Yea… more stretching and growing and adding texture and color and blurring and defining.
I am ready to embrace the new decade when it arrives…
But until it arrives, I am living out my 30s, celebrating , sharing, and loving.
I would like to share in this celebration of a decade with everyone. Therefore,, I am opening myself to you…
How shall I celebrate?
Can we generate 40 ways to celebrate the end of a memorable decade?