40? How did that happen?

It’s my 40th birthday tomorrow and I cannot believe it.

I feel nowhere near old enough to be 40. I still haven’t even got used to referring to myself as a woman. In my head, I’m still a 20 year old girl, bopping away in the local indie club with my corduroy jeans and pixie cut, totally convinced that one day I’ll marry Tim Burgess. (It was his loss, by the way….)

As the day of the big 4-0 looms, I’ve been reflecting on the past 40 years: the good bits, the not so good bits, and the vodka and Red Bull incident of 1998.

It’s been an emotional week so far, and I now completely understand what is meant by the phrase ‘youth is wasted on the young’. You can never know the extent of the freedom, opportunities and potential you have in your youth, until that beautiful time is long gone. With a good 60, 70 or even 80 years ahead of you, the world really is your oyster. You may choose one path, find it’s not for you (or cock it up), and it won’t really matter because you’ll still have plenty of time to start again. I’m not saying you don’t have to work hard and that everything is easy at that age because you do, and it’s not. But oh, the places you’ll go….

While I’m far from chuffed about turning 40 and entering middle age, I don’t want this post to descend into a depressive, rambling monologue about grey hair, future incontinence and coming to terms with my impending mortality. Instead, I’m going to cheer myself up by focusing on a few positives, with a list of 5 reasons why I’m grateful to be as old as I am. No, really I am.

  1. Being born in 1978 meant that I got to experience life before the ‘on demand’ era.  Nothing was instant and we had to do a lot of waiting. We waited for letters to arrive, for videos to rewind, for computer games to load on cassette, for the house phone to be free, for dial up internet to connect and for photos to develop. There was a lot of hanging around but also less pressure for things to be done right away.  And life was so much calmer (if a bit frustrating…..).
  2. As a child in the 80s I got to play outside with other children, making up our own games, playing hide and seek, chain tag and rounders, all without the distraction of an IPad. We’d even play out on cold dark winter evenings and no one panicked that we wouldn’t come home. We made our own Halloween costumes (always from bin bags) and went knocking on neighbours’ doors for sweets. We ate 10p mix ups and drank cherryade til the colourings turned our tongues red. The days were fun and our imaginations thrived (apart from where the Halloween bin bag costumes were concerned).
  3. Being in my teens and early twenties in the 1990s, I got to see some brilliant bands in some tiny venues: Radiohead and Pulp at Newcastle Students’ Union, the Manic Street Preachers at Middlesbrough Town Hall…. Buying a CD was so much more exciting than downloading an album (especially if there were hidden tracks at the end), and everyone knew who was number one in the charts each week. It was a brilliant decade for music (ignoring Mr Blobby, Crazy Frog and Bob the Builder of course).
  4. I was born just early enough to be able to benefit from a totally free education. As an added bonus, my university days were over before social media and email properly took off and before many people had digital cameras, which meant that the vodka and Red Bull incident was never immortalised on line. That’s a definite win.
  5. Another perk of those pre-social media days was that there seemed to be a lot less pressure to lead the perfect, Instagrammable life. You could try to pretend you were living on cloud nine and #feelingblessed but people would see through it fairly quickly because you’d have to do all your #feelingblessed-ness face to face.  As for looking beautiful, there were no filters and you couldn’t Photoshop your developed pictures from the chemist, so what you saw was what you got (unfortunately…..).

I’m sure there are a thousand more reasons why I’m happy to be almost 40, but it’s going to take me a while to come up with them. Instead, I’ll just be grateful for the past 40 years (which have been fairly brilliant) and hope that the next however many are as wonderful (but with fewer wigs and less Red Bull).

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35 thoughts on “40? How did that happen?”

  1. I’m only three years behind you and I really don’t want to think about the big 4-0. I often don’t feel adult enough to make decisions and still feel like a 20 year old inside too. #BloggerClubUK

  2. This is such a lovely post. I also wrote a reflective post on the eve of my 40th last November. I think it’s so important to just spend some time thinking about your 4 decades on this earth. Have a fab birthday xxx #BloggerClubUK

  3. I’m three years behind you but found myself nodding along with all of this. There was a real thrill of looking things up in the library too, racing around without anyone raising an eyebrow, and I’ll always have happy memories of the brrrrrr of dial up internet! Thank you for linking up with #Blogstravaganza – and happy birthday! 🙂

  4. I’ll be 44 this year and found 40 to be much easier to take than 30. I guess that means that I’ve already accepted the fact that I’m an actual adult now, heaven forbid. Happy birthday #KCACOLS

  5. Ah being 40 is fab. Or as fab as you want to make it anyway. Thanks so much for that trip down memory lane. You know, a friend’s friend dropped out with flu and I got his Blur ticket at the last minute. We met them (all apart from Damon) at an after party. Just saying!… #kcacols

    1. That’s what people keep saying. A week in and I’m feeling a bit better about it. Oh that was really lucky about the ticket – I’d have been super excited about that! I met the drummer from Pulp once, but it’s not quite the same…!

  6. I’m a couple of years behind you. I turn 38 at the end of the month. I think I will have a bit of a crisis. I haven’t done the things that you should do before you are 40. Well that’s not entirely true. I do have a wonderful son, but I also have a failed relationship and I am single. Oh well. We’ll see what the next two years bring.

    Happy Birthday!

    Pen x #KCACOLS
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    1. I certainly had a crisis (more like a tantrum!), but I’m starting to realise that there’s not much I can do about getting old and I’m getting over it now. Plus I’ve started to look at it another way and try to appreciate that I’m lucky to have had a whole 40 years (and will hopefully many more!).

  7. I feel so lucky to be born before the instant era. I know people usually hate getting older, but I’m enjoying myself more in my 30s than I did my 20s. HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

    1. Thank you! I think I enjoyed my 30s more than my 20s too. I think it’s just the thought of ‘being 40’. I’m sure there’ll still be fun times ahead!

  8. Ah, I hope you had a wonderful birthday. I am not far behind you – 3 years to go and I feel exactly the same. I hate calling myself a ‘woman’ and ‘lady’ just sounds far too prim and proper! 🙂 They say life begins at 40 so I’m clinging on to that! Thank you for sharing with #TriumphantTales, look forward to seeing you again this week.

  9. my 40th is getting closer but still a few years off! I’m so glad I was born before the era of social media. As much as I love it now, i think growing up with it would be challenging. Happy Birthday #KCACOLS

    1. I agree with you. I definitely think my teenage years would have been a lot more difficult if we’d had social media then.

  10. Happy birthday! I’m 41 today and have posed many of the same questions to myself although mine was more a cinnamon aftershock incident which we shall not mention 😀 Loved reading through these what an excellent post #KCACOLS

    1. Oh don’t worry. It gets better once the actual day is done and you realise it doesn’t make that much difference!

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