Post by formerlyak on Apr 26, 2016 14:07:28 GMT -5
I love reading how people loved their 40s. I turned 40 this past year and it didn't bother me at all.
The one that was hardest for me was 35. My ex left me for a girl 10 years younger than us about 6 months prior and I was feeling like I was old and no one would ever love me again (because he told me how flawed I was and why I would never be happy and in love). I met my husband about 3 months later, so clearly the ex was full of shit. But that birthday was tough. My friends threw a party for me - one of few I have had as an adult - and we had a ton of fun though.
Post by Shreddingbetty on Apr 26, 2016 22:12:38 GMT -5
I guess my toughest one was this past year turning 43 but it doesn't really have anything to do with the actual number but more so with shit that's going on and a bit of a resulting midlife crisis/regrets I think. I don't really feel old and part of that is probably thanks to having a 5 y/o at home (although most of my mom friends are also older moms). Just not in a good place this year unfortunately.
Weird answer - but 29. I totally flipped over 29 bc it was almost 30 yada yada.
Two months before I turned 30, I was diagnosed with cancer. So my 30th birthday was a non-event all things considered.
And since then, meh. Birthdays just aren't a big deal to me. In any way (as in, I couldn't care less if ppl acknowledge them or not). H had a hard time with 40, and I probably wasn't sympathetic as much as j should be. I was all "meh. BTDT and made it past." *blush*
Post by shoeaholic on Apr 27, 2016 12:06:09 GMT -5
I've never had a problem with birthdays. To me it's just a number and a frame of mind. I will say that when I hit my 40's I had a mid-life awakening. I finally realized I needed to start taking care of myself and find ways to be happy with life in general. I divorced my ExH, started working out, bought new clothes and changed jobs. I also met my DH who also had the same thinking. His favorite analogy is about the airplane and how they say to put the oxygen mask on yourself first before helping others. Basically if you are taking care of yourself you have plenty to give others. I have found as I have matured I have gaied so much self awareness and focus on what makes me happy. I can truly say I am getting better as I get older.
I sometimes wonder how I got to this age, when I still feel like my twenty/thirty/forty year old self.
50 wasn't so bad this past summer, my H asked me what I wanted for my birthday and I told him to spend a week on an island with all of my favorites. Not all of my favorites could come but most did and we had a blast. Even my mom made it for the week!
My father also passed when he was 50 so being older than he was has me a little funky sometimes. I realize all of the things he never got to do that I am enjoying in my 50's.
Age is just a number, health and mobility are what I am striving for.