4.0

I’ve always been cagey about my birthdays. More so the past few years as my impeding birthday was, in my mind, monumental. Now that a couple of weeks have passed since the big day, I find myself at a more accepting place, even serene about it. I’ve crossed over to the other side and it’s not so bad.

When I was in high school, I couldn’t wait to be in my 20s. When I was in my 20s, I looked forward to my 30s. When I hit my 30s, that’s when the anxiety started to set in. There’s something about the following decade that has most people running for the hills.

Maybe it’s because when we were little and we looked at our parents at this age, it just seemed so very old. But my generation is not how my parents’ generation was. I’m not where my mom was at this age. (good and bad). I don’t feel that old. And I’m told I don’t look my age, which I’ll come to appreciate more and more with each compliment received.

So this is me at 40.

Or 4.0. Cuz I’m geeky like that.

I took these pictures as a reminder to myself to shrug it off. It’s just a number. One which you can defy.

I had a fabulous 30s and hope that I have set into motion things that will make my 40s even more amazing.

And now that I’m officially in this club, (which a lot of my friends are also joining this year), the following quote resonate even more with me:

“The 20s were for having fun. The 30s for learning from your mistakes. The 40s are for buying the drinks!”

I’ll tell you one thing…unlike turning 40, I’ve always looked forward to turning 50. Mid-century baby! And I know that when I hit that milestone, and am still looking and feeling fit, I’m going to throw myself one helluva birthday party.