A few weeks ago I turned 40. FORTY. forty.
I have no idea how this happened. I mean I know how it happened... time went on and I got older. I get that part. The part I don't get is how fast it went. My teen years went on forever (that was a special kind of hell most days and I would have preferred those days to go by a little faster than they did), and my twenties kind of tennis matched me between my 2 moods of crazy and not so crazy (I think it was leftovers of my teen years). And then I hit 30. I liked 30. I was in school, was heading in a forward direction on most fronts of my life (of course not the romantic side... I'm still trying to figure out that one). But from 30-40, that just blew by, you think you'll have all this time to do whatever it is, and then you realize... you really don't. You leave your high education thinking the world is your oyster, but then realize the oyster you are in has no pearl and you have got to pay the bills.
Being 40 so far is pretty good. Kind of like 38... I would say 39, but in truth that was a hard year for me to grasp, so I'm going with 38. I've also decided to finally do stuff I really love to do, and if I create a career out of it (I work at a job that involves numbers... I like the look of numbers, I like high numbers to be in my bank account, but I am not the biggest fan of numbers when I stare at them for many hours a day) that would be just groovy.
So it comes down to what do I like to do. What moves me into action, makes my brain go tickety-tickety-tick...besides lattes.
Pink Champagne (this one actually makes my brain go more la-la-la, than tickety-tickety-tick, but either works for me)
With these things in mind I am moving forward. I signed up for a beginner's sewing class, dance class, zumba and have a stack of books to read. I've set myself deadlines for certain things (a-hem, writing), and have my date book penned up for parties of the other people turning 40 in my life. My hopes are that I'll truly start doing all the things I've wanted to do... start in that direction anyways. Welcome to the summer I turned 40.