So, does life really begin at 40?
I turned the big four-oh on Sunday, and it feels….I don’t know, weird.
You know, when you are young, you look forward to turning 18, and then 21 because it is cool, because it is when you become an adult and can do things you couldn’t do when you were younger – like learning how to drive!
But, when you are young, turning 40 seemed like light years away – and it seemed like something only older people did. And now, it’s here… and that person is me! It seems surreal, and yet if I live to be 80 years old then I have only really lived half my life, and still have another 40 years left to go.
So really it’s not old, it’s just middle aged. So why am I weary of this age? Should I be worried? Why am I not excited at the prospect?
However, I think the forties is going to be a time of contemplation and reflection. Maybe I should just look back and reflect on all that I have achieved so far. It has been a pretty good life. My dearest hubby organised a big party for me on Saturday (see pic below!) where there was a slideshow of photos from my life – from my birth to the present day, from my 1st birthday with my parents and grandparents to the 1st birthday of my darling twins. Watching those photos flash up onto the big screen was like an awakening that I have had a life. I celebrated that night with some of my nearest and dearest.
And I think that is the most important thing in life – that we have friends and family who care and who will always be there.
As Gandhi rightly said: ‘Where there is love, there is life’…