Growing up

But if we dread stepping into our thirties, how we abhor transiting into the forties. Now we will be positively ancient!

But time, as they say, spares no one and we must all trudge past its dreary milestones. Having trod that path myself 8212; having moved from the delightful twenties, having experienced the twinge of regret over making the painful transition to the thirties, having prepared for the worst 8212; the forties, I am pleased to announce that, yes, I am approaching the forties and am loving the thought of experiencing that decade!

It is a time, I believe, when learning is no longer a painful experience. We have learnt the art of discovery, and have conquered our fear of the unknown. The turbulence of change is comfortably behind us. We are ensconced in the comfort zone. Secure that the knowledge we already possess will tide us over any problems that may come our way. A couple of careless pounds here and there challenge the svelte figure of our dreams, but set us free from the constant compulsion to conform. A couple of wispy grey strands worry us no more, as roadside Romeos upgrade us from 8216;easy target8217; to 8216;auntyji8217;. We can dress in comfort, rather than style, and concentrate our energies on the more substantial aspects of life.

There is a feeling of liberation. This, then, is a time to explore, and a time to come into one8217;s own! The house is in order, the dynamics with the spouse are settled, the children are independent enough to give you space, and young enough to give you hugs. Meanwhile, new avenues are waiting to be explored.

Over the hill? Who me? Sure, and I am cruising!