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Leaving Forty

Every year on your birthday, you get a chance to start new. ~ Sammy Hagar

Tomorrow I am leaving my fortieth year. It seemed like just yesterday I was writing about turning forty in a blog entry (Turning Forty) and how significant that event was to me. It was a great birthday accompanied by a super fantastic surprise party with my family and friends. My impending birthday tomorrow has left me reflecting on the past year. One of the things I wrote about in the Turning Forty essay was about how birthdays are a way to celebrate our lives and how they are also a chance to say “Yes, I have gotten here.”

In many ways, I have not quite ended up where I thought I would be by the time I turned forty-one. I had anticipated that the past year would lead to a significant improvement in my health as well as a return to the work force as a registered nurse. I had plans for having one of my essays published in print. I wanted to lose a ton of weight. Like I stated in the previous essay: Ahh, the best laid plans. Maybe that is why we shouldn’t make so many of them, right?

My autoimmune illness got worse rather than better. I was diagnosed with two life threatening illnesses within a span of ten days earlier this year, both of which I have recovered fully from. At least physically. The threat of what “could have happened” still lingers in my memory. I know, I really need to get over that. Although both illnesses were not lifestyle related, I hit rock bottom with the exhaustion of dealing with illness and being sick all the time. I found a way to cope with that. I took more control over my body and health by changing several aspects of my lifestyle including changing my diet, getting exercise, and reducing stress. I made a big commitment to being a healthier person.

I lost a lot of connections with some friends over this past year for a variety of reasons. I made a few new ones. In the process of both, I learned the value of quality over quantity and the importance of selecting my friends with care. As I continue to get older, I become more astutely aware of the significance that these relationships have for me and that sometimes these relationships are ever changing, just like the rest of the world is so much of the time.

In my fortieth year, I took a few risks. One of those was committing to marry the love of my life, A bold move for me because it has meant placing my complete trust in a partner. And finding out that when you are with the right partner, that trust will not be broken. I have learned over my past year with him about what it takes for a relationship to survive the darkest of hours in order to be able to travel the same path together for a lifetime.

Although when I turned forty, I felt like I had already learned the importance of living each day like it was a privilege, this past year has taught me the importance of prioritizing each of those days:

That cleaning the bathroom is not as important as spending time on the phone with a loved one.

That washing the dishes in the sink is not as important as hanging out with my fiance.

That returning emails is not as important as getting my work out done.

Although my birthday tomorrow will be much more low key than when I turned the big 4-0, I am looking forward to it. I have much to celebrate and be thankful for. The most important thing I have to celebrate and be thankful for is the fact that I get to keep going on this crazy journey which is otherwise known as my life. I am still alive. I get to experience more joy, more hugs, more tears, and more laughs. Tomorrow I get to sit back and say once again, “Yes, I have gotten here.” And like last year, I once again have the opportunity to realize even more of my hopes and dreams in the next year of my life.

I really could not ask for more.

Photo Courtesy of Chuck Myers

Reflections on Dad

“My father gave me the greatest gift anyone could give another person, he believed in me. ” ~ Jim Valvano

Did you ever have a person say something trivial to you and it triggers a whole thought process? This morning my boyfriend, Chuck, sent me an e-mail saying that an animal of some sorts got into our trash last night and made quite the mess. He then suggested we put some bleach in the large trash container to help with the smell and discourage the critters who roam around on our wooded property. My first immediate reaction, which I of course told him in my reply, was that we should use ammonia instead. My dad always poured ammonia on the garbage on trash day when we were growing up. And it always worked. I can still distinctly remember that smell…

Today my father turns sixty-four years old. I find it difficult to wrap my head around that idea. I am well aware that both of my parents are getting older and not as invincible as I once thought they were. I am also reminded lately of the fact that the day is drawing nearer where I am going to be looking after them more than they are looking after me. But oftentimes in my head, my dad is still the thirty something guy riding the old wooden roller coaster with me at Mountain Park. He is the young dad chasing the two punk kids who stole my little brother’s bike through the streets of West Springfield. He is the dad who made sure that I knew the only way to succeed in life was through hard work.

When I was young, I was always compared to my mother both in relation to personality characteristics and physical attributes. Not that I am complaining! I do possess a lot of her wonderful qualities and I am so grateful for that. As I got older though, I realized that I possessed just as many of my dad’s qualities…

 His need for neatness and order.

 His loyalty.

 His ability to laugh freely.

 His tenacity.

 His sense of humor.

While planning my parent’s fortieth anniversary party last November, I was going through old photographs and it was shocking to me when seeing photographs of him in his younger years, how similar we do look. Seeing his smile in those pictures was just like looking into a mirror. I had never quite noticed that before…

As the years have gone by, I have learned the art of accepting people for who they are and my father is no exception. He is not an openly emotional person and oftentimes a man of few words. I am completely the opposite in that regard, sometimes wishing I could be less emotional. As I have struggled through one personal crisis after another in recent years though, my father has always been my silent supporter. Even without words, I know he believes in me. I am not sure exactly how I know this. Maybe from statements my mom has made to me. Maybe from comments I have heard him make to my doctors. Maybe just from his silent presence when he helped me move after my divorce. Regardless of how I know, the fact remains…I do know.

So on this day, I wish my father the happiest of birthdays. I remind myself of how grateful I am that he is still here to share another year with us and how grateful I am to be his daughter.

Turning Forty

 “Life begins at forty.” – W. B. Pitkin

I am going to be 40 years old tomorrow. By the time you get to 40, it seems like many people are dreading having another birthday. Not me. To start with, to have a birthday means to have made it through this world another year and be fortunate enough to be looking forward to another one. That right there is enough cause for joyful celebration. I was diagnosed with cancer nine days before my 25th birthday; that can change your perspective on the whole birthday thing quite a bit. So can getting to the other side of heart surgery, chronic autoimmune illness, and severe depression. When you are a survivor of anything, whether it be illness, death of a loved one, abuse, the list goes on and on; birthdays are an opportunity for us to celebrate ourselves and what we have endured. It is a chance to say “Yes I have gotten here”. It also is a chance to be hopeful that maybe, just maybe, the next year can help us realize some of our hopes and dreams.

I have to be honest; it really bothers me when people complain about having another birthday, whether it be their 40th or any other year. I just don’t get it. I know that my perspective about the birthday thing is not always the same view other people have. As a society, we don’t usually value getting older and a birthday is a reminder that we are in fact getting older.

Maybe we are afraid of getting sick…
Maybe we are afraid of death…
Maybe we are afraid we won’t be as useful as we once were…
Maybe we are just disappointed that we have not accomplished what we thought we would.

See, I don’t look at it like that. I have even tried to look at it like that so I can be relatively sympathetic to my friend’s complaints (I have quite a few turning 40 this year!) but the truth is: I am grateful to see that big “40” on a cake or on a card. It means I got 5484 more days than I originally planned on when I was 24 years old.

That being said, the course of my life has veered quite drastically from where I planned it to go when I was 18, 20, or even 30 years old. At this point, I was supposed to be married with 2.2 kids, a few dogs, and a house with a white picket fence. I was supposed to have some financial security as well as a fabulous nursing career. I was not supposed to spend the better part of my 20’s and 30’s dealing with so much illness, stress, and heartbreak. Ahh, the best laid plans.

So where did my life end up at 40 years of age? I’m divorced with no kids, not financially secure by any means (well heck, who is these days?), out of work for over two years, and I have complicated health issues. I also ended up with an incredible circle of friends, a loving family, a pretty cool (although oftentimes psychotic) dog, a warm home, a loving and supportive church family, a relationship with God, and a man who has redefined for me what it is to truly love.

On the way to 40, I have also ended up with a very strong sense of self. I have learned to love myself and to value the gifts I have to share in this world. I cannot say that about the former 30 year old version of myself. I have confidence. I even like who I am on most days. As I approach 40, I am learning to be more physically comfortable in my own skin. I have to say, that still remains one of my biggest challenges; maybe I will have mastered it by the time I am 50.

I have learned a lot about how to be a good friend and partner.

I have had the opportunity to work with people who have faced much greater hardships than I can ever imagine.

I have learned to treat my body with the respect that it deserves.

I have learned how to be grateful.

I have stopped living my life as a race and instead have learned to live each day like it is a privilege.

I guess it is true what they say about wisdom coming with age.

Photo: Courtesy of Chuck Myers