I’m still telling everyone that I am, regardless if anyone would believe me these days! My family rolls their eyes and my friends just chuckle whenever I claim I’m still in my 20s. I know I should just embrace the fact I’m in my 40s now, but why won't I?
Partly, I’m in denial that I’m mortal. My time on Earth as my current being actually has an expiration date, whether it’s tomorrow, next month or in 50 years; and there's still so much left to see, do and experience!
As I enter into the fourth decade of my life, the question is no longer, “What do I want to be when I grow up?,” but rather, “What do I want to do before I die?”
So, what is it that I want to do? Frankly, I have no clue.
But now that I’m settled in my new home, content with my professional achievements, surrounded by a supportive village near and far, AND actually have a little savings, I want to slow down this whole growing-old business to at least think about it. However, this increasingly loud ticking of the biological clock is so NOT helping the brainstorming process! Grrrr!
If you have any ideas, let me know. In the meantime, I'm going to try drowning out the annoying ticking sound with a tall glass of bubblies (why not!?) and this oceanfront view. Cheers!
