What Age Was A Milestone For You?
I read a man who stated he was turning 40 in 27 days. He said he had a lot of living to do between now and then.
When I was in my 20's, I saw forty as a huge milestone. I guess it marked you as "over the hill"? I know I am not the only one who felt that way because I had an (Aquarian) friend turning 40 - this was a man. I went to Hallmark, I think it was, and bought a bunch of signs and party stuff that said, "Oh Lordy! Look Who's Forty!"
I didn't think anything of it. This was a phenomenally good looking man. I could have never predicted his reaction in a million years. HE FREAKED! Seriously, he was mad as hell and I just thought, oops!
Is 40 still the magic age? Lower? Higher? What about for you, personally.
I turned 40, easier than I turned 35. Turning 30 was a joy for an obscure reason that's personal to me.
What do you say?
yeah I would say 35 was a little bit of a doozy, whereas 30 was an exciting time... haven't made it to 40 yet, so we'll see
It was nothing for me turning 30 or 35… 40 though… I think I’m freaking a little. Yes, it’s no longer “young” and half your life is behind you. And when you think about how quickly 15 years flies by (I was 24 fifteen years ago which doesn’t seem that long ago) and the fact fact that in another 15 years you’ll be turning 55, and that will come just as fast as the last 15 years, it sets in that life really is halfway over. And there is no guarantee you’ll have quality of life past a certain age… I’ve seen people lose their quality of life (independence) as early as 58, 65, 70….
So yeah, it hit me like a ton of bricks I’m gonna be 40 in less than a year. Trying not to get depressed about it.
I just ran across this—a synchronicity (or more likely social media tracking me lol)
But now I wonder.. what is “thinking old” exactly? How can one avoid thinking old? 🤔
At 30, I got married and began a "grown up" career (real estate).
By 40, I'd already flipped my life upside down in the throes of midlife crisis. I was feeling and behaving like a teenager. I did take successful steps toward a new occupation by attending massage school, tried a swimming lesson (failed miserably), tried a rollerblading lesson (ditto, painfully!), sold shoes to elderly celebrities, discovered hiking and yoga, turned down a date with a man I later realized was a multi-millionaire (oh, well), went to my first ever rock concert (Steely Dan), and lived in a 126 SF studio under a garage built into a hillside overlooking a canyon.
On my 50th birthday I wandered around Oxford nursing a foolishly broken heart after falling head over heals for an unavailable Englishman. Much soul-searching ahead.
By my 60th I was on the verge of buying a money pit Victorian house to restore. Survived that mistake and found myself gratefully settled in something so much better in Florida by the 65th.
I seem to have skidded past my intended Auntie Mame phase on a slippery slope headed directly for Maxine!
The most recent, 60. I think of this as the first time I considered my grandmother's age, as a child.