Don’t let the title fool you. I still have 9 months before I am there. I’m just starting to prepare.
I’m not gonna lie, friends- 40 is totally freaking me out. It is immensely difficult for me to wrap my head around the idea that my 30’s passed by so quickly. The last 10 years have been the best years of my adult life. Still, I cannot get over the thought that I have been alive for 40 years.
40. 4-0. Forty. No matter how I write it, that number seems absurd. Me? That old? I still remember my first day of Kindergarten (and my Cabbage Patch backpack) clearly. I plainly remember my first love and our first kiss in the woods behind my house. My losses, my mistakes, my wins in my 20’s replay in my mind as fresh as the spring air I am breathing now.
Those all happened just yesterday, didn’t they?
My mom died at 42. Since then, in the back of my mind, I’ve always wondered if I’d live to be older than her. Her 40’s were ruled by cancer. I pray my 40’s are ruled by love, laughter, and a just a little chaos.
Want to follow me as I ease my way into a new decade? Over the next 40 weeks, I’m going to share my thoughts on turning the big 4-0. Check out Fry, Party of Five on Facebook each Friday as I reflect on my last days in my 30’s and look forward to turning a year older with my friends and family by my side.
I anticipate a lot of crazy and irrational thoughts and happy, sappy, and crappy too.
I hope you’ll join me!