Yes! This is a breakthrough! I’ve actually started referring to myself as being middle aged without breaking into tears/a cold sweat/shivers.
I mean technically I am 39. I may live beyond 78 but I may not. So technically I am middle aged . It’s a fact. So why has it been so so hard for me to accept and come to terms with? It’s just a term, a couple of words. Why did I get myself all in a spin about it?
Well before I ponder that, I’m not alone. The Office for National Statistics in the UK reports that 40- to 59-year-olds are the most anxious age group. At 39 I’m headlong hurtling into statisticsville. So to identify whether I am likely to be the owner of a full on midlife crisis, I have found an article on the 40 signs of a midlife crisis ( must be true then) to identify if I am full on mid life crisis ready.
Continue reading “Turning 40 series – where I start to accept I am middle aged”
So one of the problems I have with turning 40 is that it feels a bit like you’re in no man’s land. The land of limbo… no longer do I want to stay up and drink until the sun rises or pole dance around a concrete pillar in a bar (OK if I’ve had three wines I still might). I add a caveat here that I do not speak for everyone when I speak about turning 40. I know some fabulous rock star women who are still partying hard well into their 40s , 50s and 60s…. I am more than willing to party hard as long as I can have some chips and be in bed by 12. Neither though do I want to wear beige or go on Saga holidays (although we did go to Madeira last year, and I’m worried that might still count…) Heading towards being ‘in your 40s’ feels a bit like being in between lives. You’re no longer an angst ridden 20 something desperate to meet ‘the one’. You’re starting to get a bit of heartburn but you don’t have to down the angina pills on a Saturday night for fun. So just what is being in your 40s all about? Somewhere in between the two? I’ve asked lots of people this question as I look to enter this exclusive club. What is good about being 40? Here’s some of what they said…
Continue reading “Turning 40 Series Part 2: No longer young. Not yet old”
This year, 40 years ago the world changed on it’s axis when I was launched into it, and now , 40 years later, the months are creeping by until my 40th birthday. I expected to feel fine about this, I was delighted with my 30th, and my 30s have been wonderful years for me, where I’ve romped in the Capital, returned to live nearer my family, met the love of my life and settled in the country. It’s also the decade that I found and embraced mindfulness and minimalism, and started living a lifestyle with less, meditating and living for now. So it’s fair to say out of the three decades of my life, it definitely takes first prize.
Continue reading “The Turning 40 series; Part 1, having a midlife moment”