Ah, adulthood. While many teens might argue that their teenage years are the pinnacle of life, I’m here to tell you otherwise. As adults, we’ve tasted independence, experienced the excitement of our first kiss, learned to drive, and enjoyed countless adventures with friends. Looking back, we can chuckle at the chaos of adolescence, which often feels like a rollercoaster of hormones topped with a cherry of self-doubt and skin issues.
This year, I’ll be hitting the big 45. How did that happen? I vividly recall celebrating my father’s 40th birthday, complete with a hilariously awkward singing telegram and a cheeky cake courtesy of my mom. Now, as my dad turns 72, it’s a surreal moment that makes me reflect on the passage of time.
Speaking of reflections, yes, I’ve got wrinkles—especially around my eyes. They’re not just signs of aging; they’re laugh lines, a testament to a life well-lived. I could consider Botox or fillers, but now, I embrace my face and body, flaws and all. Aging gracefully means accepting what I have, no returns or exchanges.
This stage of life brings clarity. I’ve learned to view my past not as a series of regrets, but as a journey filled with lessons. Sure, I’ve faced challenges, like battling an eating disorder in my 20s and navigating a difficult relationship in my early 30s. But my 40s have become a time of growth and self-awareness.
Reflecting on My 20s
- What do I want to be when I grow up?
- Am I even grown-up yet?
- Why do I feel at odds with my body?
Then Came My 30s
- Love doesn’t always triumph.
- Divorce can be a hard blow.
- Starting anew is daunting.
- Am I still figuring out who I am?
If my earlier years felt like a patch of grass swaying in the wind, my 40s feel like a sturdy flagpole planted firmly in the sand. With guidance from a wise friend, I clarified what I wanted in a partner before embarking on marriage again. I’ve emerged from tough times stronger and more resilient. I’m a mother now, and I feel like I’m finally approaching adulthood.
I appreciate my body for its strength and beauty. My arms are for hugging, my legs for moving, and my torso housed my precious child. At 44, I’m no longer intimidated by other women. Instead, I lift them up, knowing that supporting others elevates me too. I’ve accepted that I adore ice cream, and I’ll gladly embrace a little roundness for the pleasure it brings.
One of the joys of being in my 40s is the confidence that comes with knowing what I want from life. I’ve learned to embrace every bump along the way instead of letting them hold me back. My career path has become clearer, and stepping from a full-time job to freelance work has allowed me to discover my true calling, thanks to the incredible network I’ve built.
There are plenty of worries to contend with, but turning 40 shouldn’t be one of them. Forty is simply 40—an ideal midpoint in life. So, let’s celebrate it with open arms and an open heart.
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In summary, growing older brings wisdom and appreciation for the journey we’ve taken. Embrace the wrinkles; they’re part of your story.