The Fabulous Forties

And just like that, I’m officially in my forties. Does it feel any different to being thirty-something? Not particularly… Did I celebrate the event? Not really… it was just another day.

Most of my friends celebrated their big birthdays such as thirty or forty with weeks or even months of what appeared to be endless events; big birthday bashes, evenings out to see live concerts, meals out, cocktail parties, pamper sessions at posh salons, or even experience days at the likes of the racetrack. I wasn’t up for any of that, I haven’t been in the mood to celebrate any of my own own events for quite some time now thus I was quite perfectly content with a chippy and a couple of games of Scrabble with my in-laws.

Though it was just another day in our household, I was still spoilt by my husband, kids, and in-laws with cards, flowers, beautiful jewellery, and a brand-new Janome sewing machine (which I fully intend to put to great use over the next however many years) still, I didn’t want any balloons, banners, or fuss for that matter as it really was just another day.

In all honesty, forty doesn’t feel any different from thirty – age is only a number after all.