forty

Three years ago I had a ‘big’ birthday with an ‘0’ at the end. And I still can’t bring myself to say the word
It’s finally here. The big 40! I have to admit that I handled it differently to how I expected. For years I said I was going
It’s finally here. The big 40! I have to admit that I handled it differently to how I expected. For years I said I was going
As a tween, before the term was coined, I looked at 40 year olds and they seemed old. They were proper grown-ups. They celebrated wedding anniversaries in double figures. They complained about mortgage rates, also in double figures.
What I mean by retirement is instead financial freedom. Freedom of choice. Freedom to work if I want to or not if I don't, freedom to travel, paint, sleep, build another business, volunteer, hang out with friends, pursue a passion project, scuba dive, ski... whatever I like!
Can I turn back the clock please? I don't mean I want to revert back to my life before Mr S and the Rockstar but maybe just
As an older mum of a two year old, I sometimes struggle on some bits of parenting. All my friends have older kids and most of the time can't remember or have blocked out when key milestones happened.
Now that he is two we have been invited to his playmates' parties and they have been fun. If I start organising parties for him now, as an Event Organiser I have to go all out. It won't be cheap, it will be over the top and I'm not sure I will know when to stop. Then next year I will have to top that and so it goes on.
This, for some reason, seems to be a much bigger deal than turning 39, even though it requires the same amount of effort on my part, ie none. A lot of people have suddenly started asking me about my Bucket List, as if turning 40 wasn't already bad enough without also implying certain death.