Four O

Two score.

Two by twenty.

Four decades.

Four by ten.

Forty.

There, I said it.

Hard to believe that only one hundred years ago what was expected for my life, in terms of years, would almost be over. I'd be entering my twilight years.

Nowadays, unless fate has other plans, I am expected to reach the ripe old age of 81.5. What's better is I don't even have to look that age if I choose not to.  So essentially 40 really is middle age.

How are you suppose to feel at middle age? In our minds I am not sure we ever get any older than some point in our twenties perhaps. Aside from being infinitely wiser than I was at twenty (Oh, to have had the knowledge then!),  I feel the same as always.

"Youth is wasted on the young."  said George Bernard Shaw. How we dream at forty to have the bodies and stamina we did at twenty. How I lament at forty that I that I didn't appreciate my youth more at the time (well maybe I did because I do remember having a really fucking good time).

My 30's were pretty challenging. By half way through I had given birth to three (healthy and beautiful) children. I had also lost my Mother. Those two things alone are enough to irreparably scar the body and mind and soul. Etching the strain and pleasure upon our faces as we stumble through the years.

Now I am here at forty. 

I face it with the resolve to not to look backwards, but rather look forward to the decade ahead as a new and exciting adventure. One where I carry with me the lessons and experience of half a lifetime. Feeling more self assured and confident than ever in who I am and what I want.

As Doctor Seuss so splendidly puts it:

“Be who you are and say what you feel because those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind.”

And that is precisely how I intend to forge ahead.

"I am off to Great Places! 

Today is my day!   

My mountain is waiting, 

So... I'll get on my way!"