I've been feeling really blessed these days. There are lots of things I like about my 40s so far.
- Having kids who are transitioning to new stages of maturity. Old enough to talk with but not old enough to not need us.
- Enjoying the type of relationship you can't have unless you've been married almost a couple of decades with somebody.
- Feeling old enough to have matured some, but not old enough to quit.
- Most everything still works, plus or minus a few hair follicles.
- Felling like I know what I'm good at, and being okay with the things that aren't on the list.
- Sitting with 20-year-olds and realizing that I'm not facing their pressures. Also - remembering a world (without cell-phone texting and 24/7 connections to the Internet) that they have never known.
Things I don't like about being 40:
- Thinking that 80 isn't so old after all.
- Counting down (25 years to go) rather than up (I've been at this for 10 years).
- Being shocked when I meet people who are in important positions who were born in the 1980s (soon to be 1990s).
- Not realizing how old I really am until someone asks me if I have a kid in university.
Last night, a Kenyan friend told me how back home they would brag about age. It's not something to hide; it's something to celebrate. He said he can't wait to get gray hair. Me, I'd just settle for hair.
I think we need to recover that view of aging. But you'd expect that from someone who now really gets the statement, "Youth is wasted on the young." Wouldn't you?