Many women are so secretive about their age. Surprisingly, this seems to have caught on with men as well. Hmmmm .. talk about vanity hee hee. However, I have always been more than willing to share my age with anyone who wanted to know.
It has never been a big deal to me and I never fully understood what the fuss was about. I have always been proud of my age. Well, one is supposed to get wiser with age, right? Or at least I take comfort in that line J
Well, folks, in less than 3 weeks, my life is about to begin yup, me turning the big 4-0. I have never been one to celebrate my own birthdays. But the whole of last year, I was in a weird way kind of excited about turning 40 that I made mental plans that I would throw a big bash to celebrate my 40th birthday. I think the last time I had a cake for my birthday was when I was 18. My man never really bothered about things like his although every year I give him a surprise party so much so it is no longer a surprise J. Now if my uncle was around, it would certainly be a different story. I think if I came home from work on my 40th birthday, I would find my entire extended family from Malaysia would be waiting for me at home to celebrate.
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But now that the day draws closer, my excitement of turning 40 is slowly but surely dwindling. What's the fuss about? Why does the saying go that life begins at 40. Why 40, not 20 or 30 or 60? What is so magical about 40? AND why on Earth did I even think of throwing a bash for MYSELF of all people. Grief! Is this mid-life crisis or am I menopausing. Has my mind been too idle? Well, so far no hot flushes and cold sweats and I have not had the urge to go out and buy a red sports car or have a one-night stand with a guy I met in a pub J.
So, I stood in front of my mirror this morning and had a good look at myself rather than just brushing my hair and splashing some lipstick on before dashing off to work. I look the same. I don't see any wrinkles (I think). The dark circles around my eyes have worsened due to the lack of sleep. My eyesight has deteriorated. I am long-sighted and short-sighted now. My eyes have become fickle-minded. Grey hair is sprouting more but I kind of like it, so no complaints there.
Well, not much physical changes but whilst contemplating this whole age thing, I realize that I HAVE changed. I have changed as a person and I have gone through some process of self-realization. I have grown with the lessons and epiphanies from my life's experiences.
I realize that I am emotionally much stronger than I thought I was. I have learnt not to expect things from people but to accept them for who/what they are. It is a much easier and less painful battle to fight. Each day is precious.
While I run the rat race, I must find time daily to stop and smell the roses, so to speak. Smile at a stranger, buy snacks for the cleaner lady at my office, stop all my work and listen to my children rant on and on about their day at school, talk to my plants and do a little gardening, play with my puppy, have a meal with my family, call a friend or relative whom I have not spoken to in weeks just to say "hi", hold my man's hand so that he can feel the warmth of my love, tuck my kids to bed and sing them songs until they fall asleep. I have learnt to do all these and more because each day has become so important to me. I want to give my best daily no matter how tired I am. Too much to do within 24 hours? No. I realize that I can be spread thin like butter and yet be happy. THAT makes me content.
So, no, I am not throwing a birthday bash for myself for turning 40. The saying may be that life begins at 40 but I have realized that life begins everyday and that there is no magical number that can change things unless it is the winning number for a lottery ticket J. I hope each day of your lives are meaningful too. Enjoy