Tomorrow the inevitable happens, I turn a year older. My daughter wanted to know if I was excited for the big day. “Yes,” I lied. The fact is, I hate my birthday. That wasn’t always the case, but after I turned 21 I decided that it was all downhill. And while a girl never tells her age, the fact is I am getting close to turning the big 4-0. (Note to self, remove year from Facebook page). Granted I have a little ways to go, but it brought back memories of one of my favorite movies, When Harry Met Sally.
Sally: And I’m gonna be forty.
My someday is almost here. I started thinking about my life and if it’s everything I thought it would be by the time I turned forty. I began to feel depressed thinking about how I’m so, well, average. I don’t have any major accomplishments, it’s been years since I’ve taken a fabulous vacation, I have an endless list of remodeling projects, and I haven’t splurged on a big ticket item for myself in I don’t know how long. (Hint to my husband). But, then I thought back to one of my earlier posts when I said I always try to see the silver lining. And I realize I am very lucky. Balancing work while raising kids without any major catastrophes is a big accomplishment. I haven’t taken any fabulous vacations because I have two beautiful, young children. My house needs updating but at least it will be done to my taste, and I love decorating (that one may be a stretch). And while I haven’t splurged on any big purchases, I don’t have any debt and my husband and I have been very good about saving for our retirement. So I will be able to splurge, someday. Perhaps on a fabulous vacation for my 40th. And the best thing about turning 40 soon is that it’s all downhill after that, which is a lot less of an uphill climb.