My best friend will be 40 this year. F O R T Y ! I can't even picture it. She certainly doesn't act 40; she acts like a 20-something. She also doesn't look 40; so she's lucky. I don't know if I look 36 (whatever 36 looks like) but I also don't think I feel 36. (whatever 36 feels like)
I guess when you get up to this point and really think about it, you realize just how short life is. If I'm as mobile as my grandma is at 75, I'll be happy. But it's not like she's doing anything adventurous or strenuous. I still have a lot of places I want to visit and a lot of things I want to do. And I hope that I get to do and see them. Only time will tell.
I certainly wish I had more money saved at this age. It seems like someone pushing 40 should have at least 1/2 their income saved...just in case. But I don't even have 1/2 a paycheck in the bank! :(
I promise I'm not freaking out.
I'm not huddled in a corner, curled up in the fetal position and crying myself to sleep.
I'm not going to take skydiving lessons and jump out of a plane just to prove I'm still young and carefree!
I'm going to enjoy my birthday and relax up in the San Juan Islands (starting tonight). And I'm going to remind myself that I ain't got it so bad. I'm not falling apart yet. I have a lot of steam left in me. I have a family and friends who love me. I have a great guy by my side. I have two pups who still wag their tails when I walk in the room. And I have a job. I have an income. I'm not on the street and I'm not struggling to make ends meet.
Thirty-six doesn't look so bad from where I'm standing.
So Happy (almost) Birthday to me!