Facing Forty

When I hit 30 I wasn't too thrilled, in fact, it was down right depressing. Now, ten years later, here I am again at one of those special decade markers and I am glad to say that I don't care so much. It does bother me that yet again the last ten years flew by but other than that I am up for it.

I recently read a book for book club in which a woman turns forty and finds herself disappearing. (Not a good book so I wont recommend it.) The woman is unhappy, lives her life through others around her and becomes invisible to everyone including herself. A few years ago a friend also mentioned this phenomenon when she was lying on a beach and someone literally tripped over her unaware of her presence.

Now maybe we do lose some of the head turning moments and visibility to others but I am finding that I have never been more confident that I am today. With forty years of experience I have learned to push myself forward more and believe in myself a little more. I know more what I want and that most of it is attainable if I try hard enough. I have learned to put things in perspective and to not sweat the small stuff.

This isn't to say that I am happy with the increasing wrinkles, grey hair and few extra pounds but I think a little wisdom of what life is about is a definate plus. They say life begins at forty so I say bring it on!