I turned 40 last April 12. The big 4-0 when life "they" say begins. But not for me. My life began when I started standing up for my convictions and bravely facing the consequences of the decisions I made. So I would have to say that my life began when I was in my mid-20's.
So how do I feel now that I am actually 40 years old? I dunno. It's been almost a week since the 12th and I still feel strange about it. I can't quite put my finger on that odd feeling. Well, I have to admit though that I occasionally shrieked "Yipes! I can't believe I'm turning 40 this year!" especially when 2008 made its entrance. Well I shrieked because I didn't feel 40. I still don't--more like stuck at 30-something. Like I said, a bit strange.
It was a pensive day for me amidst the usual greetings from family and a whole fresh bunch of pleasant greetings coming from a new set of acquaintances and workmates. I was brooding over something I didn't exactly know what. You think I was going through some sort of delayed mid-life crisis? I dunno. Perhaps I just didn't have time to contemplate on my life that day.
Yup, that week and the week following that (and even up to this moment's writing) I have been and still am swamped with work. The ministry is on a momentum, the Kids' Camp where I am program coordinator opens in about a couple of weeks and I still have yet to meet the counselors for orientation, there's online work and so on and so forth.
So I guess that's it---I need more time for and to myself. I have this notion that by the time a woman is 40, she has got to have something to show for it. And I'd really love to take stock of my life and see if I have indeed got something to show, something that makes God proud of me and happy for me; as well as something I can be proud of myself.
In any case, Cheers! To another birthday! Hooray for 40!
