.....me!
Today's the big day, as I've officially crossed the "threshold," if you
will. And the thing about it is that I don't feel all that old. I mean,
every once in a while it creeps up on me. I was doing some gardening
not too long ago - we've transformed a little area of our backyard into
a "raised garden" with all kinds of veggies and such. It was a lengthy
project that involved clearing the area, making wooden frames, hauling
in the dirt, etc. etc. It was over a month ago and still my left hand
tingles a bit from carpal tunnel. A good swim or bike ride leaves me a
little more winded than it did, say, a year ago. And of course, there's
the hard-to-keep-in-line waistline.....
But still, I feel young. I imagine the boys help me do that, keeping me busy and wanting to play this game or color in this coloring book. How can you not feel young if you're sitting at the kitchen table coloring in the red and blue of a Spiderman coloring book? Ah, the fountain of youth.
I will not deny, though, that it gets harder and harder to tap into this fountain. Facebook, I've learned, is especially good at making it hard. I like Facebook a lot; I really do. I'm on it fairly regularly. But when I get "friended" by a kid I used to babysit who is now working in New York or is married with three kids, it is both nostalgic and painful at the same time. Today I was invited to join a FB group titled "WMPC Youth Alumni" - WMPC being White Memorial Presbyterian Church, the church I grew up in in Raleigh. My initial enthusiasm was dampened a bit when I learned that I had automatically become the group's resident "senior citizen." So my goal now is to find someone older than me to join. I'll keep you posted.
In the meantime, here's my new mantra: 40 is the new 30. I'll be saying that to myself all day today as the 100 pink balloons that currently reside in my office crowd around me: 40 is the new 30......40 is the new 30...... Ah, I feel better now. See, it's working already :)
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