Last Wednesday was my 40th birthday. I was not specifically waiting for the day to come to begin my life. Let’s face it, I’ve already lived a very full and blessed life, complete with tremendous revelations, numerous accomplishments, and several personal tragedies and struggles in between. With that said, I am relating to the day as if I am just hitting my stride, having only finished the 1st leg of my own personal relay race.
For years, I’ve heard of people fearing their 40th birthdays as if it meant they were now old or “over the hill”. For the past year or so, I’ve shrugged that off for the most part saying that I’ve always lived well beyond my years anyway. As the day drew closer, I then kept declaring how I was going to “figure out my life” and determine “what I’m going to do when I grow up” by the time I turned 40 – as if I would really have all the answers by then. Now that the day has passed, I’m really glad it has because it feels like I now have permission to do exactly that!