Birthdays. When we are young, a child, we can’t wait until that next birthday comes. The day after we have one we start counting down the days until our next one, just like Christmas.
However, when we get older, typically after 21, birthdays just become another day where we turn older. They don’t mean as much.
Well, two days ago it was my birthday. It was one of those significant ones. I turned 40. I was holding onto my thirty’s as long as I could.
In fact, here is a little funny story. I went to the dentist on Thursday, which was August 1. As a new patient, you know that you always have to fill out a ton of paperwork so they have all your background information, insurance information and whatnot.
There is always that lovely “age” block. Even though I knew I was turning 40 the very next day, I still put down that I was 39. I mean technically I still was. Would it have really matter that I had put 40 instead of 39. No, but if I had I would have had to say goodbye to my thirties a whole lot earlier.
So now I am officially 40. It makes me feel old, even my body that last couple of years has been feeling old. However, 40 really isn’t that bad, or old for that matter. 40. It’s just a number. No matter how much we don’t like it or want it to happen it continues to keep counting up. So here’s to taking my forties in stride and enjoy the time I have on this earth. Live it to the fullest and the bottomline, to be happy.