Friday, January 27, 2012

Turning 40:

I think 90% of women have had a panic attack when they turned 30. For most, it’s a time of stalk taking of life and future planning. For whatever reasons, I never felt the need for all of that. Looking back, each decade was so markedly different.... like a book in parts.

Teen age was full of fun, giggles, carefree days, tons of anticipation and deep innocent friendships.

The 20s, as the saying goes was turbulent. Life was in extremes most of the time....either too romantic or too ruthless, either brimming with happiness or down in the slumps sadness. Whatever decisions I took, it only added to my unfathomable restlessness.

30s has been a period of discovery, a time of many ups and downs and critical changes. And through it all, I came to know me so much better. That in itself gives one so much strength as most people lead an entire lifetime not knowing who or what they are. Needless to say, turning
30 was the best thing that happened to me so far.

Now, just a couple of years away from the so called ‘middle age’, it does seem like a big milestone. I am beginning to feel settled in life and thoughts though things are far from being settled as
yet. For me, that is a big step in hopefully the right direction.

However good it may turn out to be, I have a feeling I am going to panic after all!