Ah, hello 2017. I was born in 1977, so yes, this year, I will be 40.
It’s a funny old age as it seems to be such a big deal, and clearly I am aware of it as it’s there in my mind as the new year comes in. My birthday’s not until June so it isn’t as though it is right on the horizon.
The plans? The Husband’s birthday is four days before mine so we always have those few days off together. His falls on a Friday this year, which just so happens to be a day that Little Man is in nursery and mine is the following Tuesday, which just so happens to be a day that Little Man is in nursery – he only goes for two days a week so we timed that well! I’m not too sure what we’ll get up to yet on our actual birthdays, but we will be going away together for the weekend in between, just the two of us. No doubt it will involve castles or books and plenty of eating out, as it is all about me.
So I suppose because we already have lovely plans forming, it is something to look forward to this year. Maybe that’s why it’s on my mind?
Hmm, I’m not sure it is just that. There is something about turning the big 4-0. I’m not concerned or upset over it, age has never been a thing for me like that. Inside I am still 17. Or at most 24. I’m not too sure quite where I stuck at, but as my best mate turned 40 a couple of weeks ago I did look at us and wonder where the years have gone. We’ve been friends since we were 12, and it does not feel like we have known each other for 28 years and it only feels like yesterday that we were staging our own festival in her back garden (basically us and her sister, a tent, a CD player and warm cider), taking our weekly trips into Birmingham to buy gig tickets or music and moaning about our history dissertations together. Remember, Em? We were around 16-17, so many years ago, but the years have flown by in the blink of an eye. I know, I know, that makes me sound so old already, mulling over how time flies!
I am not planning on doing the bucket list thing or desperately trying to lose weight/master a new skill/change my look or whatever it may be before I am 40, because to be honest if I wanted to do these things age is irrelevant, I’d just do them! But what I am finding myself doing is looking at where I am at now and appreciating it. I have a wonderful husband, happy and healthy kids and am fortunate enough to be surrounded by lovely family and friends. So I have all I need.
40 does make me think I should feel more grown up though somehow, perhaps pay more attention to my longer terms plans, make sure pensions are performing, get health insurance, think retirement? Nah! It hasn’t happened so far with each passing birthday or the birth of my children, so I can’t help but suspect that this milestone won’t make any difference either. So I will simply take from 40 what is offered to me – a weekend away, a bigger fuss over my birthday and more presents? Maybe?! That’ll do for me.
Disclosure: This is a collaborative post