It’s July, which means it is my birthday month. I’m turning forty, which is usually one of those big deal birthdays where your friends and family make a big deal over how old you are getting. I know I’ve been to and planned my fair share of these milestone parties. I’ve listened to friends who have lamented over hitting this number, and witnessed those who have embraced it like a second wind of youth. Forty is the new twenty, right?
As much as I have lived this number through others, shopped the party stores that have more than enough fortieth birthday supplies, and even years of input from television and movies… I don’t get it. I’m trying to wrap my head around what makes forty such a big deal. I thought maybe I would understand the why when it was actually happening to me. Well, it is here and I still don’t see the big deal.
So, if you feel like sharing… leave a comment. Was turning forty an exciting time for you, did you lament it, or was it not really a big deal at all? For those who are long past forty, looking back at how you reacted to your fortieth… how do you feel about it now?