I turned 40 last Thursday. 40. 4. 0.
The big 40 was big for me, big in love, luxury, surprises, satisfactions, and, of course, ruminations.
What does it mean to become a 40-year old woman? A woman who is no longer in her 30's?
If my celebrations are any indication, it is quite a wonderful thing. Turning 40 gave all these people who love me (and they do, they really do!) a chance to really show it (and they did, they really did!) And it was incredible. Life-changing.
One of my best friends has been pushing me since last year about what I was going to do for my birthday. I am so grateful to her now because by claiming it and planning it, "it" happened.
And "it" was the simple experience of being around people I love, who support me and make me feel at ease.
And maybe that's what 40 is all about, making those kinds of choices.
So hello 40 and (hmmm... let's see, 1,2,3,4) 5 days! I'm glad to see you. The rest of life awaits.
