I have a friend who is turning 40. This particular friend is a terrific person who should really be patting himself on the back for gracing the world with his presence for four decades, but alas, he is trying to keep his upcoming age change very hush hush.
This, I do not understand.
It doesn't matter how old you are turning, you should celebrate—not lament—the fact that you've made it another year. Sure, we all have things we think we should've accomplished by certain ages (when I was 12 I thought I'd be married and have a house and kids by the year 2000) but this is no reason to hold back when our birthdays arrive.
We may get a few more wrinkles as time goes by and maybe we're not in as good of shape as we were when we were 25. But those wrinkles are symbols of all the laughs we've had! And our pouchy guts are indicative of how good life has been—how we've been able to eat, drink and be merry!
Really, I think we're lucky to experience these changes. It's like we get to try living in a different body every 10 years. And all the stuff about where we should be or who we should be with? Hogwash. We're exactly where we're supposed to be—or maybe we're backing up a little to do a running start in another exciting direction. Wherever we stand, we should be proud. We should be shouting off the rooftops, "I'm 31 and 3/4 and I'm happy to be here!"
Furthermore, 40 is the new 20. Which means that none of us are even going to be middle aged until our mid 60's or 70's. So I say we all pipe down, stop complaining and hiding, and start celebrating!