I still remember thinking 25 was old. It seems like being and feeling young lasts a lifetime. And of course, the thoughts that accompany our youth are almost universal. You feel as if you’ll never get old, never change your opinion, and all your dreams are going to come gloriously true.
But eventually life has its way with most of us. And like so many people, I became somewhat lost in the daily grind of trying to get ahead. I didn’t really think about birthdays, unless they were someone else.
Then I turned 40.
While some of my contemporaries lamented it, I found that I loved it. For the first time in a long time, I took a break to re-evaluate my life. Turning 40 was an eye-opener. For one, I discovered my vision was changing and I now needed reading glasses. Some of the other things I thought would always be dear to me were gone. Taking their places were more mature and healthy interests and people, and I finally realized how much I had to be grateful for.
In my re-evaluation, I decided to chart a new course. Staying ahead of the Joneses was no longer an interest. I’ve never been happier, and can not wait to see what my next birthday will bring.
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