I have been mega mega mega excited about turning forty and I did almost three weeks ago.
One of my friends asked me why I was so excited and if I felt different. My response was I didn’t expect anything magical to happen when I turned 40. I genuinely feel it would be a sad day if life did literally start at forty. However, I’ve always loved the number. It’s like a magical coming of age. Like I’m finally an adult! ROTFL.
Forty for me, represents forty years of God’s faithfulness in my life. When I think back to when I was in primary school and then secondary school and then university; when I think about how insecure I was as a person; when I think that for 99.999999% of the time, I cannot recognise that girl – I am eternally grateful and thankful.
I am also grateful to be surrounded by a loving family and genuine friends. Family that I consider friends and friends that have become family.
One of the greatest things about being older and hopefully wiser, hehehehe, is that I understand the value of true, genuine and honest friendship. I’m not talking about knowing lots of people but actually knowing people that would sacrifice time, effort and even money for you. I am grateful to have such people in my life and thankful that I’m no longer interested in being surrounded by a crowd. I know the people in my life who I can count on; who will not desert me even when I annoy them; who also know how to get through to me because they understand me; who don’t make me feel like I’m bothering them or the feeling that it’s only one-sided – those are my friends. They are not always 24/7 in my life. I don’t always get to speak to or see them them regularly but I couldn’t reflect on my life without remembering each one of them and the ways in which they have contributed to my life. They are by far the best blessings life could offer.
And I am hopeful that if I made it through the past 40 years and it’s ended on a high note, then the next 40 years are surely to get better.