Old Dog, New TricksToday I’m 40.
Okay, give me a moment. That’s the first time I’ve seen it in writing. Gulp.
End of an era and all that. It’s hard. It’s a little painful.
As I’ve been thinking about this over the past week or so, I started thinking about how much more I’ve dared in my 30s than I did in my 20s. (Nothing like climbing Mt. Everest, but I was a WIMP in my 20s, so anything was an improvement.)
I learned how to drive standard. Now it’s all I drive.
I bought a house – responsibility and a MUCH bigger payment than rent.
I went on my first vacation that wasn’t planned by my family.
I had my first mammogram.
I went to my first movie alone (I’m telling you, NOT the bravest person on the planet!)
I joined RWA.
I joined a critique group where all the other writers are published.
I got an agent.
I went to three National conferences.
So I’m thinking, 40 is a challenge, right? If I was able to expand my comfort zone in my 30s, how much more can I expand it in my 40s? I mean, what some people take for granted in their lives scares the bejeebers out of me, like Trish taking her road trips on her own or my sister in law going for her doctorate or my best friend Cindi having her third baby at 42.
I have some things on the horizon. I’m speaking at National (ohgodohgodohgod), I’m going on an out of town, overnight inservice with some wild and crazy teachers, I’m having elective surgery.
Some things I’d like to try in my 40s (don’t be expecting bungee jumping or anything – I live vicariously through my characters):
Learning car repairs – at least how to change a tire and charge a battery.
Maybe some form of home improvement. Nothing crazy like roofing or air conditioning, but maybe learning how to change a faucet. Or fix a leaky one.
Vacation out of the country. Nuevo Laredo doesn’t count.
Vacation with some friends, instead of the dh and ds. The above-mentioned wild and crazy teachers don’t count. Of course, they may cure me of the desire ;)
Join a gym. (Whoa, now I’m just getting CRAZY!)
So I’m going to look forward to my 40s instead of mourning my 30s. I’ll wear pink today instead of black.
It’s a new beginning.