I turned 40 yesterday. Here's what 40 is so far.
40 is satisfied. It was hard to think of gift ideas because I truly have all I need and want. But I do like the jackets and cookbooks and other gifts I received.
40 is disorganized. Nothing new there but, for better or worse, I'm starting to care less. I am pleased to report that I just ordered new checks when we still have THREE in the checkbook. Didn't wait till they ran out! Small steps.
40 needs to eat better and exercise more. 40 is not the new 30 when it comes to metabolism and fitness.
40 has really started appreciating good clouds and colorful sunsets more than ever. If you don't find it depressing this is a striking visualization of just how many you might have left to enjoy. Somehow I don't find that depressing.
40 is distracted. It's time to re-learn how tostay on task. Especially with in depth work projects and reading decent books. Speaking of which, I've really gotten into The Book Thief. Finally. After many recommendations. I'm about 2/3 through.
40 is enjoying parenting more and more. Ten and four are good (pretty easy, still fun and snuggly) ages.
40 is grateful. To Mr. H who makes parenting (and our lives in general) very easy to enjoy. Nothing like a friend going through a divorce to remind you to be grateful for a partner in life who is truly a partner.
40 is ridiculous. To show you these photos on the internet. But Biscuit made the fun decorations and Mr. H made the creme brulee so even though I'm in my old ratty sweatshirt pajamas here you go.
40 should have asked for pajamas as a birthday gift!