40

I turned 40 last month and really thought I’d have something to say about it here on the blog, but… I don’t. I’m not big into celebrating my birthday. I’m definitely not bothered by aging. I’m just not one of those people who needs a big fuss. I don’t need a surprise party or a birthday week or a birthday month. And I mean that. There are some people who say things like that, but secretly wish that there was more of a to-do made in their honor. That’s not me. I don’t like being the center of attention. Plus, since having the kid, I’d rather make a big deal out of his big days – birthdays, holidays, milestones.

I’m not saying that hitting 40 isn’t special. I just didn’t need to go crazy to celebrate it. I think I’ve been acknowledging it and celebrating it a little bit here and there all throughout the past year. I’m not the same person I was when I turned 39. I’m certainly not the same person I was when I turned 20 or 30. (Thank goodness for that!) IMG_6815

My husband and I celebrated with a nice dinner at a new restaurant and drinks at a few other places afterwards. My in-laws were here and babysat. The following weekend, my parents came to watch the kid so that we could go out to dinner again, this time with friends of ours, to celebrate his birthday/my birthday. We had dinner at another new restaurant and then did this crazy escape room/adventure game. It was a lot of fun, and it was a great way to spend the evening with friends. I have one more birthday celebration that I need to get on the calendar, with a friend who also has a September birthday, but we’re so low-key about our birthdays we always end up celebrating in April for some reason. It just takes us that long to finally get our shit together and make a date. And that’s fine by me. That’s how we’ve done it the past couple years. It’s become a thing now.

While I could probably write a much longer post about the things I want to work on or improve now that I’m 40… I want to get in better shape and get stronger, I need to eat better (see last post about cookies), I don’t know what to do about these wrinkles, I have no idea what I’m going to do when I am done with school this time next year…

40-year-old me is going to focus on the positive:

I have an amazing husband and kid. I’m proud of our family. My group of friends might be smaller now, but they are awesome. I might not be in the best shape of my life, but I’m trying. I might not have a plan for the future, but  I’m confident that things will work out the way they’re meant to. And I might have some wrinkles, but I’m not sure there’s anything I can do about ’em, so… oh well!

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