Thursday, April 7, 2011

40...going, going, gone!

Me Turning 40
Last year I turned...40.  Okay, there, I said it.  Sigh.  I know, it's just a number.  Whatever.

Just because I know it's "just a number" didn't make the day any easier.  So what did I do to take my mind off of the ominous birthday?  My husband and I drove to Snoqualmie and I ran a little bit the next day.  Like, I don't know, 50 miles.

That helped get my mind off becoming a "master".  Can I ask who thought of the clever idea of calling 40 and over masters, by the way?  As if leaving my 30s wasn't enough, let's mark it with a special category.  It's like when I got called "Ma'am".  Shut up!  I was in my 20s and some grocery attendant still in high school called me ma'am! 

I'm closing in on 41 this Saturday.  It's not quite as tramatic as last year but nonetheless, it marks another year of asking myself, "am I living the life I desire; am I pursuing each day to its fullest?" 

This is something everyone should ask themselves regardless of their age.  Not to be foreboding or pessimistic, but we can't outrun time and no one is guaranteed to live to a certain age.  We need to evaluate ourselves daily, even hourly.  Are we pursuing excellence?

As 40 fades and I am elevated to a more mature 41, my hope is that I will continue to push my limits and not wait for a momentous age or event to pursue big dreams and goals.  I have this moment.  That's all I know for sure.