Julian turns 40 tomorrow.
When I was growing up, 40 seemed so old. I remember when my mum turned 30 and she practically lamented that she was middle aged. At 30. And here Julian is – turning the big Four-Oh!
I asked him how he feels, and he replied with “old”. But 40 isn’t old. These days, people in their forties are healthier, have more energy, and have generally done much more than when our parents turned 40.
Most of us still think of ourselves as young. We still think we can do almost anything. We still think we are practically immortal.
And yet, here we are now entering our fifth decade. We have families and partners, we have mortgages, many of us have even been divorced or married more than once. We have travelled, we have partied, we have somehow survived some really stupid life-threatening antics.
These days, people are starting to rediscover who they are in their 4o’s. Many have spent years trying to be the person everyone else wants them to be, but I guess we reach a stage where we realise it’s all bullshit and life is much easier, and much more rewarding, when we can finally relax and be ourselves.
Forty is about taking stock of our lives, writing that bucket list, and doing more of what you want to do so you have no regrets.
Forty is about being comfortable in one’s own skin, and in the company of others.
Forty is about slowing down and smelling the roses.
Forty is about rediscovering the person you are, and the person you should be.
I’m 40, and I’m finally at a place where I feel more comfortable about who I am. I can recognise what needs improving, and I know what is important.
And what is important?
Happiness. And only happiness.
And if you look at this picture, of Julian with his kids, I’d say he’s worked that out as well.