After years of planning for it, and talking and writing about it, it’s finally here. I’m staring down 40 like a boss.
I am not upset or depressed because I am turning 40; quite the opposite. I’m at a point where I can feel the momentum picking up, like my life is finally heading in the direction I want it to go. But I have to admit, I am slightly disappointed that the plans to celebrate my 40th birthday aren’t quite shaping up the way I’d hoped.
If you’ve been following my blog for the last year or so, you probably have read about the grand ideas I had for welcoming 40. Shortly after turning 30, I told my husband that for my 40th, I wanted to take a BIG trip. I said he need not worry about organizing a party for me or anything of the sort; I wanted to be out of the country on my birthday.
Well, it turns out, it’s not going to happen quite the way I’d hoped. I’ll be home in Chicago, celebrating my birthday with my family and close friends, instead of throwing back pints in a Scottish pub or visiting vineyards in Argentina. But before you begin to feel sorry for me (you WERE going to feel sorry for me, weren’t you?), I will share with you the silver lining of this gray cloud: I may not be out of the country on my actual birthday, but I will be skipping town shortly thereafter and hopping across the pond. Details aren’t set in stone just yet but they involve GowithOh and a couple of European cities I’ve wanted to visit for some time. Not exactly how I envisioned my 40th birthday but going to Europe a few months later is a decent trade-off, right? RIGHT?
As for the details of my Euro trip, you all will be the first to know as soon as everything is finalized!