As I recently crossed the milestone of 40, I found myself in a reflective mood, much like many people do at such a significant age. This birthday was not just a celebration but a mirror reflecting my current state of life.
In the weeks leading up to my birthday, I shared a snapshot on social media featuring a stack of books I was diving into, including titles like Reviving Ophelia and Can’t We Talk about Something More Pleasant? A friend remarked that these selections indicated I was in the “panini years”—a vivid metaphor for feeling squished between generations. And truly, I am living in these in-between moments, where life is rich, busy, and often overwhelming. It’s a phase overflowing with responsibilities, yet filled with love and warmth.
While life is far from perfect—there are the usual work stresses, health concerns, and endless logistics—it is undeniably wonderful. I admit I felt a mix of emotions about turning 40. Some of that stemmed from vanity and genuine health worries, but mostly, it was about grappling with the relentless march of time. The passage of time isn’t something I cherish, but now that I’m here, I realize how grateful I am for this chapter. Life feels incredibly vibrant and full of magic.
Entering my forties brings a blend of contradictions and complexities. It is a time of acknowledging that these moments are indeed miraculous. It’s a recognition that this season of life is finite and a blend of solemnity and appreciation for what is. I find joy in the eclectic music tastes of my life—switching between John Denver and Katy Perry on the radio, humming along to both Cat Stevens and Taylor Swift.
This decade involves overseeing homework and chauffeuring kids to sports practices, moments where some of the best conversations with teens happen in the car. The big questions of my younger years have mostly been answered, and I embrace the reality that those answers have shaped who I am today. I cherish the simple pleasures, like my children still seeking bedtime hugs and the occasional request to sleep in my bed when my partner is away. Each time they ask, I say yes, knowing it may be one of the last times.
However, 40 also has its share of somber realities. There are more emails about serious health issues than baby announcements in my inbox. I’ve grown comfortable with the routine of hockey practice every Friday night, which often leaves no room for adult plans. I find myself spending much more time with the parents of my kids’ teammates than with old friends, and surprisingly, I love it.
Friendships, especially among women, have become vital. Nurturing those connections—remembering birthdays, offering support during tough times—feels essential. As I navigate this decade, I’m acutely aware of life’s fleeting nature. I see the decline of older generations while witnessing the blossoming of younger ones. It’s a bittersweet perspective, appreciating the view while realizing it’s constantly changing.
I look in the mirror and recognize my mother’s hands in my own, while my daughter is on the verge of her college journey. This realization brings acceptance of my own middle-aged self. The balance tips as I realize there are more years of living together as a family behind us than ahead. I know that while parenting feels like it’s improving, this season will eventually end, perhaps sooner than I’d like.
I’ve missed my chance to confidently wear red lipstick, which I always thought I would master “later” but now feel may be too sophisticated for me. Trying on dresses often leads me to discover they are too short. While I still rock a bikini, I know those days are numbered.
Forty is also about learning to embrace life’s challenges. With a hip issue and some abdominal pain—yes, I’m consulting with a doctor, and no, we don’t have all the answers yet—I continue to run and live fully. I refuse to let physical discomfort dictate my life.
On my birthday, I found joy in a day filled with chores and errands, culminating in a candlelit family dinner. It was a perfect reflection of what I truly desire—more moments like these.
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In summary, turning 40 has been a journey of contradictions, reflection, and growth. It’s a time to appreciate the present while recognizing the fleeting nature of these precious years.
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