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Are You Turning 40 and Looking for a Profound Life Change?
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I haven’t turned forty yet. I’m about a month and a half shy of forty. I happened upon this site because last week I was told that forty must be great because “you really know yourself” And, I just don’t know what that means.
Does anyone know what that means, really???
Here’s what I do know. When I look at my mother who’s in her seventies, I see that she’s changed over the years. I also know that I’m not exactly the same person I was when I was 17. Other than that, I don’t claim to know myself any better now than I did when I was younger and could enjoy roller coasters.
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Sunday, July 27th, 2008 |
I am turning forty in 8 days. I am hoping this decade will be easier than the last. My journey thus far has been challenging. It has however, made me strong, confident, beautiful and most of all grateful.
I am the mother of an 18 year old daughter and a 16 year old son. I raised them alone, and I am proud of the people they have become, and honored to be their mother.
I survived Melanoma and Hodgkin’s disease with grace.
I worked full time as a nurse, continued my education to finally complete a Bachelor’s degree all the while raising my family.
I always cooked dinner.
I loved other men, but never settled for less than I deserved.
I was diagnosed as Bipolar when I was 38. Truly the best thing that has ever happened to me. I finally had answers and was able to forgive myself.
I built a beautiful circle of friends.
I had a stroke. I am fine.
I had back surgery. I am fine.
I met the man of my dreams at 39.
Yes, my forties will be wonderful.
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Friday, May 2nd, 2008 |
Barbra McDonnell
FOR THE GAZETTE
Apparently, 40 is the new 30. This makes me worry even more about turning 40, and not just for the inevitable lame jokes. If 40 now defines adulthood, I have only a short time left in which to be a kid.
Does that mean I’ll finally have to start sipping fair-trade coffee in the den, instead of Corona on the back porch? Will I have to give up my black punk-y wardrobe, for an art teacher ensemble of sensible sandals and peasant skirts?
Thirty wasn’t a good year for me, anyhow. Forty is bound to be better. At 30, I had a slummy apartment and a crappy job. Mr. Wonderful (now known as My Husband) was dragging his feet on proposing. It seemed that everyone else I knew had a real job, a spouse, two or three kids, the works. I kept praying, to God or the universe, or whomever was listening, “Puh-leeze, can I just have ‘a’ car, ‘a’ house, and be married to ‘a’ reasonably nice guy, before I get any older?”
Well, it worked. Sort of. I often joke that I should’ve been more specific. “This Old House” is far from being done, the car has over 450,000 km on it, and the husband…nah, just kidding, he is wonderful.
Since I spent my 20s dashing about from one low-paying job to another (or to two jobs, or even three, at a time), I didn’t have the resources for what people think you “should” be doing in your 20s. I’ve never been to Florida on Spring Break, or spent a summer planting trees. I’ve never hitchhiked to Vancouver, or followed the Grateful Dead around for a few months, either.
However, I had so many addresses that my friends still tease me with, “Suuure, you’ve moved for the laaast time. Let me just write your phone number down in pencil.” I also enjoyed a lot of rainy camping trips (the poor man’s vacation), met Neil Young, and was at the hospital the day my nephew was born. (The nurses almost didn’t let me on to the floor. I was covered in cat hair, from moving yet again. My aggressive kitty refused to be caged, and had spent two hours in a moving van, climbing up and down me like a jungle gym, but I was there!)
Times have changed. It used to be, back in the Dark Ages (or, “The ’80s”), that everyone left home at 18 or 19. Sure, you might come home during the summers, if you were away at college, but basically, you were out of the nest, doing your own thing. Now it seems to be OK to live at home until your late 20s, and be saving up to buy a house.
How on earth do all these (harrumph!) young whippersnappers justify this dependant behaviour?
How does one say to worn-out looking Mom and Dad, “Listen, I know I said I’d be out of here this year, but I’d really like to ummm, er, go to Cancun this winter, and, ummm, buy a new Saturn first, so…?”
If you “can’t” afford your own apartment, what kind of justification can you possibly invent for tropical vacations, or for driving a slicker ride than your parents do?
I’m sure if Andy and I approached my parents and said, “We’re tired of supporting ourselves. We’d love to move in with you guys, and spend a year making hemp bracelets to sell at concerts” my mom would have the proverbial canary.
I’m sure she’s pretty sick of all those avian births.
From me crashing my car end over end, to my brother Rory buying a motorcycle a few years ago, she’s probably exhausted. The last time she had to suffer through one was when my brother Matt fell off his skateboard, and broke his arm. When he was 31 years old. Yeah.
I have no idea how I’ll feel in a few months, when I hit 40 and am finally a real, true grown up. I doubt that I’ll give up Saturday morning cartoons, or wearing my Chucks. I certainly will not be driving a mini van, or giving serious thought to gracious forms of “retirement lifestyle living.” I just hope my laugh lines are deeper for a reason. And to paraphrase Jerry Garcia, that the inevitable “touch of grey” kind of suits me, anyway.
Barbra McDonnell is a freelance writer, and works at an agency for people living with disabilities. She and her husband reside in Kitchener. She grew up in Perth County, and graduated from Stratford Central Secondary. The month of June will see her using a fire extinguisher on an overly lit cake.
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Sunday, April 13th, 2008 |
This December I turn 40. I don’t know why but I‘ve become so utterly depressed about it. My 20’s & 30’s breezed by with barely a thought about my age, but for some reason turning 40 has hit hard. It feels like yesterday I was finishing school & today I’m suddenly almost 40. I don’t feel 40.
I feel the same as I did when I was 18. Maybe not quite the same shape but mentally I do. Lately I’ve found myself reminiscing of my teens & early 20’s, listening to music from that time, looking at old photos and talking to my friends about the things we did. Some days are good others are bad. Some days it just seems to consume my every thought & feeling. I lie awake at night thinking of the past, remembering things probably more as I want to remember them, through rosy coloured glasses.
I try to remind myself of all the great things that I’ve seen & done. I’m married to an absolutely beautiful and wonderful person who is my best friend, have a great marriage, a beautiful daughter & another one due soon. I live in a beautiful part of the world, own a great house, and have seen so much of the world.
I know I’ve been fortunate, and don’t deny that, but I just can’t help focusing on turning 40. Both of my parents died relatively young and that may be a major contributor to the feeling that there are less days ahead now than there are behind me. I miss them terribly.
Maybe it’s the reality that my time has past & it’s now my children’s time to discover the world, to have their own adventures and experiences. It’s their world now. Maybe 40 makes you take stock of things and reflect on your life. Thinking of all the things I wanted to be and the man I became.
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Sunday, April 6th, 2008 |
Tomorrow is my 39th birthday and the start of my 40th year. I had a really fun Friday kicking off my birthday weekend…It started with breakfast with my
coffee group friends, followed by lunch with a friend in the city. I came home from lunch to find an overnight air box on my doorstep, full of beautiful cut flowers–my favorites, irises and tulips–and lovely note, sent from my man ♥. My parents sent me some funny birthday cards in the mail, too.
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When you turn 39, of course the inevitable comment you receive is, “You’re almost 40!” I’m not bothered by that fact at all; I am actually looking forward to turning 40 next year. I spent a few years in my mid-30s really figuring out how I want my life to be…taking stock of my strengths as well as acknowledging and accepting my limitations. As a result, I feel like I’m a stronger, better person now than I was 10 or even 5 years ago. I credit Zen mindfulness and meditation for a lot of this growth. Of course, there are still many things I want to see and do in life, and I hope that I will always continue to be open to growth and experience in various forms and philosophies.
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Last night I was talking with my dad on the phone and the conversation turned a little deep. At one point he said, “Do you ever have times in your life when out of the blue, you realize you are *this* close to really understanding the purpose and meaning of life and the universe…As if you get a glimpse and understanding of it all?”
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I completely understood what he was describing. I think I’ve always understood what’s really important in life, largely thanks to the way I was raised. But it has only been as I’ve approached 40 that I’ve started to really FEEL the deeper purpose of life, the earth, the universe.
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I don’t know if someone can teach you that or whether you just have to figure it out on your own. Some of it comes from the strength of life experience and some from just mellowing with age. No one has all the answers, and I’m skeptical of anyone who claims they do. Enlightenment is an evolution that takes a lifetime and perhaps more. But I do know that you have to be open to the idea of receiving the lessons in order to have those moments of clarity that Dad described.
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As babies, we come into this world alone, with our receivers wide open. Our life experience and increasing responsibilities and limitations jam our receivers over time. I guess you could call it a sort of electronic warfare on the soul. Some people never clear the signal and carry on with resulting distortion. As I use the tools of Zen mindfulness and meditation to increase my awareness, the gift is higher fidelity. Like my father, from time to time, my reception is crystal clear and I get a glimpse of the full bandwidth of the universe.
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As I embark on my 40th year, I plan to spend the rest of my life fine tuning my reception. And on this birthday, I am most thankful for the gifts of loving family and friends and my nascent Zen wisdom.
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Amber is a communications consultant/small business owner, US Air Force Reserve officer and suburban zoo keeper (read: wife and mother) based in Arizona. She can usually be found with her trusty sidekick, a Golden Retriever named Zoë. Her blog, Blue Mango, journals her creative inspirations and personal expressions.
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Sunday, March 30th, 2008 |
My 40th birthday is just around the bend. In fact, it’s coming at me like a teenage boy in his daddy’s sports car with a backseat full of girls he’s trying to impress. Sigh. I’d much prefer to think that middle age was still taking its sweet time to get here— much like a silver-headed granny driving the precious cargo that is her grandchildren as she takes the Maximum Speed Limit to the letter of the law and then drops it by five miles per hour.
At whatever speed it traveled to get to me, I suppose there’s no point denying that it did. So I sit here pondering the advice and declarations of my senior sisters, who warned me years ago that it pretty much all boils down to gravity.
“Oh, honey, you start waking up in the middle of the night and then, before you know it, you’ve got bags the size of those Prada totes that are sold for thousands on the pages of Vogue.”
“My upper arms make me look a lot friendlier than I feel with all that waving they’re doing.”
“How much do you love it that Britney Spears’ rump has started to sag? If that youngster is suffering from continental drift, it’s no wonder my land mass is a case of full scale plate tectonics.”
“The only magazine cover I could ever grace is one of those topless tribal tributes in National Geographic. Hmmm. The Suburban Tribe of Almaden? I might as well go in for the piercings and have my people get in touch with the editors.”
The funny thing is, I only seemed to notice when my pals were talking about gravity in the physical sense of the word. You know, in the way Sir Isaac Newton intended it to be. It never even occurred to me that there would be a sense of emotional gravity to come along with it.
Yes, I realize this makes me a little too literal, and also explains the rash that climbs up my neck whenever someone brings up the subject of poetry. All I know is I should’ve spent as much time preparing my psyche as I did my vessel when I assessed myself with all those rounds of Body Part Limbo while doing my best Chubby Checker impression of “How low can you go?”
Now that the Big One is upon me, I see that the emotional issues that invade a middle-aged mind have twice the gravitational pull as their physical counterpart. I’m no physicist, but I am thinking that if you don’t take conscious steps to counter them — or dress in 50 pounds of magnetic shield — it’ll be enough to suck you into the depths of the earth’s core.
You see, at 40, all of a sudden it makes sense to ponder whether you embarked upon the right path in life, instead of forging ahead robotically while whacking away at the wild tundra in front of you, as you did throughout your thirties. You can’t help but wonder if one of the choices you made along the way might have led you to a different career, different relationships, better health and finances. And as you get all Robert Frost about your own “road not taken,” you also cope with the fear that own your parents might soon hit the end of their path, or that your children are starting down one you don’t approve of.
These issues invade your busy mind the only chance they can—when you finally have a moment to catch your breath. After work. After your volunteer commitments at the school. After you chauffeur the kids to their sports and hobbies. After homework. After dinner and laundry. Okay, and after a glass of wine and an episode of “Desperate Housewives.”
It’s got me thinking that our physical slide may have very little to do with Newtons’s theories, and way more to do with Eeyore’s. But you won’t find this girl sticking around in a boggy place too long. I’ll be skidding out of there whenever I can, because even an up and coming granny knows when to put the pedal to the metal. And, sugar, this joy ride has nothing to do with impressing teenage girls and everything to do with preserving the sanity of middle-aged ones.
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Shana McLean Moore is a resident of Almaden Valley. She invites you to listen to her free podcast and read more of her columns by visiting www.caffeintedponderings.com.
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Thursday, February 14th, 2008 |
Deep breathe in..I will be 40 on Sunday…Slowly breathe out… There I’ve said it.
Ive not quite got my head round the thought of being 40. That is definately a grown up age. Am I grown up? Do I behave like a responsible mature adult? Should I by now be buying The Daily Mail (This will never happen, while I am still able to form a thought! (unless they give away a good free DVD)), worrying about the price of property, harking back to a golden era (The 80s!!!), bemoaning how easy it is for the “Youth of Today”,and saying things like “why can’t they write a proper tune! like those nice New Romantics”, “What sort of name is 50 Cents”,and “Wot is it wit all this txt speak! lol”? The stark reality is that I am now as closer to my parent’s generation, than to that of someone leaving University.
In a desperate bid to still feel vaguely attached to a youthful age I am currently scouring application forms and surveys where I can tick a box labled Age : 20 - 39. I can do this for 3 days only!
I never thought my actual chronological age would bother me, but clearly it does. It is surely no coincidence that I started blogging 2 weeks before my 40th. There is a danger that instead of becomming more responsible post 40, I will have contra reaction and start to behave more erratically. I may even consider a tattoo, although it may well just say “Best before Feb 2007″
All joking aside, turning 40 has made me reflect. My main regret is that I took so long to get to grips with who I really am, and I will never get that time back. I must endeavour to make sure the 2nd half of my life, living as I always wanted to be, are the most fulfilled and cherished years of my life.
Posted by Jenny Harvey (Still in her 30s)
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Thursday, January 24th, 2008 |
Turning 40 soon…it’s funny how you change and you don’t even realize it.
You’re trucking along, trying to roll with the flow of life’s ups and downs…and all the while you see yourself as the same…the same as always…as forever…just you…the same you you think you have always been. Then something happens and you realize your not the same you you have always been. You have changed…maybe even a lot.
I’m not saying I don’t like who I have become, because I do. Matter of fact…I like me a lot. I would like to have friends just like me…thats how much I like me.
Its just that now I am trying to catch up with the changes…figure out what they are and what they mean. And what, if anything, I want to do about them.
I am not afraid of growing old anymore than I was afraid of growing up. I just don’t want to miss it because I didn’t see it happening.
I don’t want to give up some things to soon…like my health…or hold on to some things to long…
I think what I really want for the next half of my life…is to keep being me…only better…because I have had 40 years of practice!
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Thursday, December 20th, 2007 |
In about two hours time, the daily calendar will read December 20. It will also mark my fortieth birthday, the big 4-0. As someone once told their mother, “Hey, it’s halfway to 80!” When my mother-in-law turned 40, the friends next door draped her house in black crepe paper.
All in all, I feel OK about turning 40. I love my life, I love my wife, I love my sons (both the one on the inside and the one on the outside). Yes, things could be different. I could be 25 pounds lighter, more financially stable and not suffering from occasional insomnia. We all want things.
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Thursday, December 20th, 2007 |
Next week I will be turning forty. What I find interesting is how much emphasis other people are placing on that fact. I was joking around in the break room today that I would be turning 21. Someone (younger than I) said, “You’re turning forty.” That isn’t the first time they said that when I joked about my age. Then someone else who is older than I am told me that when I turned forty to go to Disneyland and ride the rides that I used to enjoy, because I would find out after I turn forty that I will enjoy things more. I said, “Good Lord! I’m still the same person. I’m just a year older.”
Yes, I’ll be forty in a little over a week. So what? I’m not expecting to wake up that morning and look in the mirror and see someone remarkably older than the person I saw the day before. I’m not going to stop doing things that I like to do just because I’m forty. I’m still going to like to listen to my iPod. I’m still going to like taking long walks or going running or cycling. I’m still going to chase my dog around in the back yard like I did when I was a kid. The only difference will be I will have officially passed the forty year mark. I plan to continue to enjoy my life as I always have. Right now I still see age as a number. Maybe that will change with time, but not now.
To this point all of the things that I thought happened as people approached forty, haven’t happened. That is with the exception of graying hair.
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Friday, December 14th, 2007 |
13 Days of random
In thirteen days I will be an age I didn’t even see coming. An age I don’t feel on most days, but an age I feel older than on others.
I likely don’t act my age much and I’m not sure if that is good or bad or indifferent. What I wonder about is that I read that as women (and maybe men too I have no idea) age they gain more confidence. They care less about what others think. I seem to be the opposite.
When I was younger I was pretty confident. I knew the things I could do, the things I couldn’t and was always willing to try something new. Then I spend eight years in a relationship with someone who did everything they could to knock me down a peg and somehow I never fully stood back upright.
Oh, I came out of it all ready to show the world and I think I did a good job of bluffing my way through a lot of stuff. But underneath I question everything and I hate it. I never used to do that. Fourteen years out of that relationship means that I can’t blame it for the way I am now. I need to get over it and get on with it. And sometimes I do.
But sometimes… I just wonder where the light has gone. Where has my lightness gone? Yeah, sounds morose and self-pitying and I don’t mean it to. I just really want to know. I want to be a good person and care about others and help others, but I also want to feel the same in return. Instead of overthinking.
It’s like a mini movie reel going around and around in my head. Which is why I can’t sleep. Which is why I take on more than I should. If I am just busy enough doing stuff then I don’t have to think (well, hopefully you know what I mean).
Shocker of all shockers is that I’m not worried about turning 40. I could worry about something absolutely asinine for hours on end, but turning 40 doesn’t phase me. Turning 30 was one of the best years of my life and I can only hope that turning 40 brings me another of those. Maybe it will bring me my confidence back. Maybe it will bring me my “I don’t care this is my opinion and I’m entitled to it” back.
I back down when I don’t feel like getting in to it. Except with my dh. My poor, wonderful dh. I know, I’m lucky. I’m not saying I want to start picking fights with people, but maybe I could have an opinion and not be scared to voice it for fear that people won’t like me. I know a lot of really opinionated people and I like them - ok - I might not like all of them, but several of them are close friends (luv ya SC!)
Wow, I’m rambling. This really isn’t about having an opinion. I do have those and maybe I will voice more and maybe not. I think I might still rather not get into it on some things. It’s more about feeling good about who I am and what I do and knowing that my God knows me and knows my heart.
It’s about letting go and just being me. At least I think it is. So as the days inch ever closer to another decade gone, maybe my mind will find some peace and maybe my heart will follow. And then maybe I will be able to sleep at night and do the things I need and want to do, to the best of my abilities and maybe… that will be enough.
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Saturday, December 1st, 2007 |
I’ve got 6 days left in my 30’s. Another decade almost gone. I’ve been reflecting on what it means to me to turn 40. It seems like a huge milestone in one respect and yet it’s really just another day older. I started to think of the things I’ve done in my 30’s, but as it turns out there are too many things that make me cringe with regret and embarrassment. I suppose I can sum it up by saying that I’m adding “Closure” to the list of things to do in my forties and that I’ve spent the last three years working on a new lifestyle. I’ve been married, soon to be divorced. I’ve had a baby, which turns out to be the biggest blessing that has ever happened to me, despite the fact that I am a single mom. I wear that label with pride. My son, as it turns out has given me strength and purpose and taught me what unconditional love is. I can’t say I’ve perfected that with any romantic partner in my life, but if I can love my son unconditionally, at least I know i did the most important thing in my life right. Turning 40 is a time for me to reflect on relationships, careers, goals and dreams. In my old life it would have been a time to get really really drunk. I would like to think that I am spiritually evolving. I would love to work at a job I am passionate about, but today I’m simple grateful to have my job. I have no inheritance, lottary winnings, home to sell, company stocks, or other things that produce income, so choosing not to work, take up creative pursuits or live a life of leisure is not an option. What I do have is a spiritual connection with God and a desire to be a better person. I can try and make the best of who I am and on some days that is easier said than done. So CHEERS TO ME and being 40….very soon.
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Saturday, November 24th, 2007 |
Hmmmmmmmm…I’m also on the horizon of turning 40 next year so I’m REALLY thinking about who I am and what I’m going to do and why I’m here. This is going to be humorous as I try to navigate “turning 40″ in 2008. Thank heavens I have Hubby, Little One and my faith in God….they keep my feet on the ground as my vanity about “getting old” is starting to kick into high gear.
I’m already doing some interesting things…some stuff interesting…some stuff really vain. On the vanity side of things I’m starting to look over and over again in the magnifying mirror I have on my bathroom counter. I ask myself, “…….hmmmm….would they believe me if I said I said I was 33? 35?” For the first time in my life I feel the need to hide and lie about my age.
At the same time I have huge desire and drive to bring back my creative side. I’m a musician and artist at heart. I stopped that phase about 15 years ago to chase the almighty dollar with a more stable career. Thank goodness that is out my system and well…my wallet will have to adjust.
Atomic Mamma
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Thursday, November 1st, 2007 |
These Thoughts Remain
The day is quickly approaching that I will reach the ever dreaded milestone of turning 40. Fifty-five days to be exact. It happens to coincide with Christmas, so you holiday shoppers take note!
It’s odd, in my mind I still feel 25. I often wonder how ridiculous I must come across to people. You’ll find me wearing low-rise jeans and t-shirts as opposed to a flowery polyester ensemble that some of my slightly older counterparts wear. Is it time for me to start acting more mature or does the old adage hold true that you’re only as old as you feel?
I recently started a new job at a local Antique Mall. As I stroll through the isles the memories come flooding back with the recognition of relics from my past. Maybe ‘relic’ is the wrong choice of word for this post, but we’ll go with it. I see my mom’s white china with the painted gold edges, the metal ‘Happy Day’s’ lunch box I coveted as 3rd grader and the delicate golden watch that my grandmother wore. If I let myself dwell on it, I become homesick for my youth.
One thing is for certain; I never imagined my life coming together as it has. My oldest daughter was married this past June, so I have acquired a son-in-law. That makes me a mother-in-law. Why do those words make the hair on the back of my neck stand at attention? There’s also a very real possibility that I could be a Grandma, Nana or Memaw in the next few years. But WAIT! I’m still raising two teen-age daughters, and we can’t forget about our little surprise that arrived in September of 2005. A two year old little boy that some days really defines my age. Where does all that energy come from anyway?! Better still, where did all my energy go?
Sometimes I look in the mirror and grapple with the image staring back at me. All the signs are there. The fine lines appearing around my eyes and the silvery strands trying to overtake my dark hair. We won’t even get into that 1/2 inch long stray hair that seemingly appears on your neck overnight! For the most part, I’ve come to grips with turning 40. There are those occasional days when the toddler has gotten the best of me and I resemble something that has been hit by a large truck, but I believe he is one of the many things that keep me feeling young.
Getting here has been quite a journey. I relished my youth, having mom and dad for love and security. In a hurry to get out and do my own thing, I found myself married and starting a family. I realize now that I was living my life as if nothing would ever change. Now my oldest is working on starting her own family and doing her own thing. Everything in between has become a blur of bittersweet memories. I plan to pay closer attention and embrace the next 40 years.
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Monday, February 5th, 2007 |
How many of you are turning 40 this year? How do you feel about it? Everyone perceives their birthday differently, with celebration, disdain, or indifference. This year I am turning 40. That might seem insignificant to some, but it is a big deal to me, because I am healthy, happy, and - alive!
To mark my birthday, I was inspired to organize a fundraiser in memory of two women who didn’t live to see their 40th birthdays. They died from ovarian cancer, leaving behind friends, mothers, fathers, siblings, husbands, and young children. “F.I.T. to Fight Ovarian Cancer” is a memoriam to my friends, Elka Klein and Sima Goldfarb, and an honorarium to everyone turning 40.
Health and being physically fit are very important to me, so I chose exercise as my venue. Most new research is showing that exercise can help us fight just about everything associated with getting older, proving to be a veritable “fountain of youth.” Exercise is also empowering, uplifting and enlightening. It connects us with our bodies in every way and makes us more aware of it. Some of us don’t like to think about our bodies, but that is a big mistake. It could literally be the difference between life and death.
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Sunday, February 4th, 2007 |
Hi, I am turning 40 in about 9 months. I have a wonderful life, husband, kids, job etc. Seems like things should be great. I just feel like I really would like to turn back the clock and be that young girl again. I work out, keep myself fit as I can, and am young at heart. Seems like all I do, just doesn’t seem to help my mind. Yeah, everyone says “Oh you look so young, you dress young etc” So why do I feel so old. I feel like time is just ticking away and I don’t want to get older. I know it is inevitable but how do others “Deal with it?” Any help would be greatly appreciated. Thanks laura
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Sunday, February 4th, 2007 |
I’m turning 40 in in 7 months…kinda bummed out, i’m happily married, have a great daughter..but i can’t help feeling i’m losing my youth! I feel and act young for my age, so the thought saying hey i’m 40 freaks me out man..Anyone relate..
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Tuesday, January 30th, 2007 |
I tend to look at things a little differently than most. When I turned 30, I felt that it sounded younger than 29. When you are 29, you are almost done with your 20’s. At 30, you are BARELY into your 30’s and you have a whole brand new decade in front of you. At the time, I was single and unemployed and yet all I could think about was all the possibilities ahead of me!
Now I’m also coming up on turning 40 (in 13 months), and I kind of feel the same way. 39 seems like it’s barely hanging on to a decade that is basically over. 40 is new and exciting. Plus, I can’t wait to be able to say “I’m 40″ and have people gush over how I don’t look like I’m in my 40’s!!
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Tuesday, January 30th, 2007 |
I’m hitting the big Four-Oh in a couple of months with some seriously mixed feelings.
On one hand, I don’t feel 40, or middle aged, or whatever (except that I have less tolerance for LOUD noises and bad behavior). I’m in better shape than I was at 30, at the same weight I was at 20 and have been told I look much younger than my age. I have a successful career, great friends and a wonderful, supportive family. I have never suffered from health problems, and neither has any of my family. I consider myself a truly lucky person.
Turning 30 never bothered me… so why I am so upset at turning 40?
Does being single have anything to do with it?
The thought of my next birthday makes me sad, for some reason.
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Monday, January 29th, 2007 |
I’m two years away from turning 40. Many people have asked me how I feel about this milestone in my life. Quite honestly, I’m thrilled. I don’t associate turning 40 with getting older or more being more mature, I associate turning 40 with the rites of passage.
I was ecstatic when I turned 30. I had an epiphany: I knew nothing! All those years wasted during my teens and twenties thinking I knew it all. HA!
Upon turning 30 it was a huge relief to realize I didn’t need to know everything or have all the answers.
It was also during my 30’s that I made peace with my Father. When I was going through the horrible teenage angst years, all I could think about was getting away from Dad. Then in my twenties I was amazed that Dad lived so many years and never had a “clue” (whatever that meant) in my 20’s drunken haze.
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