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Reaching Forty

Sandra Tayler's Journal

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A cobble by itself is just a small stone, but when many of them lay together they create a path . My life is made up of many discrete parts. I have to find ways to fit them all into place so that I can continue to journey where I desire to go. This journal records some of the cobbles that create my path.

Reaching Forty

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I am now forty. It is a nice round number and I must say that it is nice to no longer be 39. With my age at 39 there are people who suspect I’m actually older and fudging my age. Now I can say forty and they won’t doubt me. Other than being able to declare forty, not much feels different. Today was pretty normal because we put all the celebratory events on different days. I’m not done with fun events yet. I’ve got a couple more things next week, which is possibly why I’m content to let this day mostly be just a day.

It does introduce difficulty when the birthday phone calls come and I have little to report. The things which make me happy this week are not things that can be wrapped. They are quiet things and to explain why they are enough would take a long and heartfelt conversation, not exactly the fare for a birthday chat. So I pull little details like going out to Bombay House for dinner, or my trip to Antelope Island yesterday, or the Dancing with the Stars concert performance I’ll be attending this coming Friday. These things all make me happy, but most of my happiness comes from elsewhere. I did not enter this birthday season feeling a strong need for affirmation and recognition. I arrived here filled up instead of drained, and so I don’t need much. There are years where I need a lot.

It is fortunate that this was a low-need year, because today featured science fair project stress, growing-up angst, the question of what to do with freezer-burned salmon which is no longer suitable for sashimi, quarrels over magnet toys, a bloody nose, and rampant moodiness from several family members. It also included a salmon dinner which tasted marvelous, a fantastic lesson from our home teacher, children being enthralled with science documentaries, and me outlining a detailed plan for all the many appointments and events coming this week. (A plan is a happy thing. I like having plans.) I have many things I am anticipating in the next three weeks, which is a lovely ward against the unending cold, gray, snow.

I am forty and the day I arrived at forty was full of the normal sorts of happiness and frustration that I find in most of my days. I’m okay with that.

Comments are open on the original post at onecobble.com.

  • Congratulations on achieving age 40! (Saying Happy Birthday seemed irrelevant, since you already did.)
  • Happy birthday! Turning 40 was uneventful at first, but I've unexpectedly gone through some big changes, mostly to do with no longer taking crap from anyone or conforming to others' expectations of how to run my life. Enjoy!
    • Good to know. I like the part about not taking crap from people. I could do with some of that.
  • Happy birthday! For some reason I thought you were a little more than a year or so older than me. Probably because you have kids of a certain age, and I just can't imagine myself being old enough to have kids of a certain age (mainly because that would require having been married when I expected to be married, but I digress). But then, I have a high school friend who is a grandmother, so I think we're both doing pretty good in that regard! Another year and a few months and I'll be there myself. It's a great milestone, especially if you feel like your life is full of good things. You've accomplished so much in the last few years with all your projects and all of your family's projects, and you've got so much more in store for you.
  • Welcome to the club. Congrats on turning 40 and being content with your age. Here's to another 40 years and then some.
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