“There is a fountain of youth: it is your mind, your talents, the creativity you bring to your life and the lives of the people you love. When you learn to tap this source, you will truly have defeated age” – Sophia Loren
I stand on the brink of a precipice. Behind me are my 30s. A decade in which I got married, discovered that travel was my biggest passion, achieved a degree, said a tearful goodbye to two cats, gave up smoking, lost a job, found another job, gained a career counselling certificate, climbed a mountain, ziplined for the first time, wallpapered for the first time (thanks for the lesson Pa Lee!), took up running, gave up running, took up hula-hooping and created the alter ego that is A Brummie Home and Abroad.
And now I enter my 40s. I don’t know what the future holds for me – probably more of the same (except the wallpapering, and the getting married bit). I learned way back in my 20s that life doesn’t always turn out the way you plan it. Should I be scared? After all, my knees creak when I stand. I remember bands and tv programmes that were around way before some of my work colleagues were even born, yet sometimes can’t remember what I’ve gone into another room for. I have a 25-year old denim jacket – vintage stalls have younger models. My hands look like they’ve been submerged in water for hours, even when they haven’t.
Yet I don’t feel 40. I don’t even feel like an adult. Sometimes I think I’ve eternally remained a teenager mentally, with absolutely no idea what to do in this grown-up world I inhabit. I just make it up as I go along. Some of my friends, also around the 40 mark, seem to have this adulting lark down pat. Their Facebook feeds are full of domestic trials and tribulations, what their little angels/little devils are doing, what successful business transactions they’ve concluded today. Mine is mainly checking in at pubs, and memes and GIFS I find hilarious.
So I’m embracing 40. 40 is going to be awesome. At 40, you’re old enough to do what you want, and still have enough time to do it. At 40, you don’t have to listen to people telling you how you should live your life, and just go ahead and live it. At 40, you can use both the excuse “no, I’m too old” or “no, I’m too young” to get out of doing anything you don’t want to do. At 40, you can still pretend that you have a life-plan, or you can wing it. 40 is the new 30, and 30 was pretty good. Now, 41 – that’s a whole different kettle of fish…
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