Hello 40's! Nice to meet ya'. Let's see what kind of trouble we can get into, shall we?
Exactly 40 years ago today (August 31), I came out backwards. I think that means something. And as I sit here and watch the last 20 minutes of my 30's wind down, I realize that birthdays aren't as bad as I thought.
Things could be worse.
For instance, tonight at my daughter's lacrosse practice, one of her coaches hobbled over to the parents on the sidelines in a boot cast.
Us: "How did that happen?"
Him: "I got blowed up."
Us: "Come again?"
Him: (who I should mention is a member of the police SWAT team): "Well, we were trying to get the Chicken Man out of his house, and he set off a bomb, so I had to dive into the bushes and this is what happened."
I am very sorry to hear about the Chicken Man. I don't know why he blew up his house, or why the SWAT Team was called in, but this story intrigues me on many levels. Number 1, I've always wanted to be a cop. Number 2, I love chickens. And Number 3, it did not happen on my birthday.
For you see, sometimes bad things have happened on my birthday. Things I don't want to dwell on because they are in the past. But I did think, at one point, that I was jinxed.
And now I know, whether it be the wisdom of age or the blessings of time, that I have not been jinxed, but granted abundant grace. Being 40, to me, means that I have figured it all out. I've got my family, my friends, my health (although I do have some twinges in my back and a weird mole) and a stability that has eluded me until this point in my life.
Today, my son and I were in the car together and he asked me what I was like as a kid. I told him, "Honestly, I was quiet and shy and nerdy."
He couldn't believe it, but you know what, it was the truth. And I wouldn't change a thing. Because today, I am confident, self-aware, and don't give too much of a sh*t what people think (unless they are mad at me, and then I'm sorry).
So here's to you 40! Bring it on. I double dog dare ya' - and you know I mean it.
Until next time, keep crowin' and blowin' out the candles!
You go girl! Age is just a number anyways!
ReplyDeleteI didn't know about this chicken thing...you'll have to explain at the bus stop later!