The F Word

If I’d known turning 40 was going to be so much fun I would have started embracing it much earlier. I have spent the last three days celebrating (and I’m only half way through my celebrations). It’s a very big commitment this being 40 lark but I think I have stepped up.

I have been overwhelmed by my husband, friends and families kindness - perhaps I was a bit quick to judge society for making such a big deal out of turning 40 as I can definitely say this had major benefits.

Friends travelled just for me, brought gifts that had taken so much thought, said kind words, made me laugh, made me cry, made me feel loved and made me feel part of something amazing: something I am not even sure I can articulate. It is fair to say my social life has had some limitations over the last few years and maybe that is what made this occasion mean so much to me. I have a group of amazing friends who are still here despite the fact that I can not always play the part in their lives I would like to.

Careful...they're my legs you're cutting off!

Everyone sang to my my funky hymn sheet. We did lunch rather than dinner, we hung out in our pyjamas when we (okay I!) needed some down time, we started at times that suited me. It was perfect. My stomach hurts from so much laughing (I know an ab work out thrown in too).

So turning 40 has been wonderful. And I’m a couple of days in now and there doesn’t appear to be any sign of a mid life crisis: result. The only challenge is I can’t quite seem to say it out loud, saying I am 40 just seems to get stuck on the way out or I seem to end up whispering it. But hey, that’s a small thing. I mean who asks someone of my age their age anyway? I reckon if I play my cards right I’ll never have to say my age out loud again.

Well, best go have a trip to plan for. Yes, next part of the celebrations is a week away (we go to Tenerife for a week on Saturday). What’s a girl to do, not my fault society is so big on this turning 40 thing: just gotta roll with it.