OK, so we are now really in our forties, whatever. I celebrated birthday number 41 this month. Some days are better than others. I'm not quite in therapy.
The truth is, most of our friends crossed the great decade divide ahead of me so I had enough warning. It's just that the hype around 40 is so fabulous. The party is usually a big one (certainly was in my case). The milestone is significant. And then you turn 40 something. I feel so middle aged.
I don't mean to sound ungrateful. I am undoubtedly blessed. In this day and age we do need to celebrate every happy, healthy birthday. Rob and I have reached this point without a bad medical diagnosis or a major crisis. We haven't suffered bankruptcy or divorce. We have arrived at this place still enjoying each other's company. Our children are not dysfunctional (yet) and so far appear to be normal. We aren't searching for spiritual truth but rather are grounded by our faith. Our friendships, albeit wide spread across the globe, are strong. Rob has a stimulating and rewarding career and I am building a fantastic business. Life is pretty good, wrinkles and all.
I was spoiled on my birthday and beyond. I have never been fitter and am comfortable with who I am. We have a beautiful home and toys for all ages.
It's just that, well, the life of Gen Y looks like so much fun.
We're both forty something.
Although I don't know you I admire you for making such a big decision to move to a new country. Not sure I could do the same although I hit 50 this year so maybe a bit too old.
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