Yeah, so…I’m 40 now.
Wow. Shit just got real.
I have never been one to focus on numbers, “I feel great! I’m happy and I’m living a good life! What does age matter?”
Let me tell you, that bullshit is so much easier to believe when you’re 39.
OK, that’s not entirely true, I don’t really feel defined by my age – 40 is the new 30, after all – I’m just having a bit of trouble reconciling that I am at the same stage of my life as many 19 year olds.
Here I am, recently unemployed after working in a café, starting my Bachelor of Arts degree at the University, and drinking beer on the patio every chance I get. I am, basically a teenager with over 20 years experience.
But, what wonderful experience I’ve got…
I have an amazing husband who loves me and supports me through my every whim.
I have a wonderful circle friends; I am surrounded by fantastic people who I love to eat and drink with, talk about the world with, laugh with and learn from.
And that circle grows every day.
At the heart of my circle are 2 incredibly strong, funny, intelligent, and beautiful women that I am truly blessed to call friends.
I have a home that I love in the neighbourhood I have always dreamed of living in a city I am proud to call home.
I am happy.
I have found my place in the world.
And I know that regardless of age, some people never find that.
If this is what 40 feels like, then I am all for it.