Welcome to the Club!!
I must have heard that phrase five times yesterday, all said by completely different people. The club that I joined was the Forty Plus Club.
Mentally, leaving my thirties behind has not been the easiest transition, but I had a great day filled with tons of loving birthday wishes from family and friends and it was such an awesome feeling.
I don't remember anyone saying welcome to the club when I turned thirty, and I totally get it now. There's something about turning forty, coming to grips with the fact that time is passing and you simply can't escape it, no matter how much you want to, because in your mind and your heart you are still only twenty-eight.
That's my number, twenty-eight. That's how old I feel. I was twenty-eight when I got married and that was a great age, and that's how old I feel.
The welcome to the club thing, was like a light bulb that just went off for me yesterday. How could this light bulb feeling have happened so quickly? That I can't tell you, but now I just get it.
I get that IT, is a rite of passage for every single person that has passed this milestone. Every single person that feels twenty-eight, but the years say forty, and that is THE ONLY real proof that you are forty.
I haven't been asked how old I am yet, so I haven't had the chance to say forty and truthfully I need a little more time with this one before I fully embrace it, but I will get there.
One thing I have learned in my first forty years, is that getting older is weird, even if you do it gracefully and don't mind it, it is weird. Your body changes, your face changes, spots begin to appear where they were never spots before, things sag, recovering from events is harder, cookies stay on your hips longer....
It is weird.
One of my goals for the next decade is to slow down, to enjoy my life and where I am in it so I don't feel like it all went too fast, but rather at just the right speed.
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