Most people dread it. Some deny it is even happening. Many will lie about it.
Me? I think turning 40 is exciting.
My favourite time of the year is fall. This is when the beauty found in change is revealed. Different colours come to the foreground. The temperatures dip, but it enables snuggle puddles with loved ones on the couch. Kitchen creations become dishes of comfort.
And turning 40 is the same thing.
My light brown hair is starting to light with strands of awesome gray. I have two good reasons to tuck in on the couch with a good book. The little things in life make me smile . . . and bring comfort.
While I was just starting my 30s, I had a friend who was slightly older than me. Invited to attend some function or event that held little interest, she declined with gusto.
“I’m of the age where I no longer have to worry about attending every social affair. I can say no, do what I want and I feel better for it.”
Things are just starting to change and there is that hint in the air of things to come . . . and I can’t wait. I think it is beautiful.
Bring on the 40s.