I remember my father’s 40th birthday and at that stage, some 23 years ago, 40 seemed old.
Tuesday marked the start of my own 40th year (I’m 39 and counting) and all of a sudden the age confuses me.
40 is definitely no longer old. Hell, neither is 50 or 60. Even 70 for that matter. At 80, maybe you’re pushing on and starting to show a bit by 90. It’s funny how perceptions change.
My 39th year wasn’t so bad either. Professionally, things stepped up another notch. Personally, it’s been a great year of learning, adjusting, parenting and the rest.
For my 40th year I’m expecting more of the same, though maybe with a little more self care if I’m to stretch 40 to 80 and start allowing myself to show a little come 90 or a hundred.
Might have to go for that run tomorrow after all…
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