NORMAN — Pondering 40
It is January and the beginning of a new year. Most of us still have a Christmas hangover. Some of us are just now waking up from the sea of cookies, holiday meals and parties. We are just now realizing that not only did Santa leave us a great amount of presents, but also another five pounds.
Even though January promises a new start to a new year, the month also is one of the coldest. The weather is unpredictable. It seems as if the threats of snow and ice are always looming, and some days are just dark and dreary. It's the type of month that makes you long for March and April.
But for me, January means its birthday month. In fact, on New Year's Eve, as I was surrounded by friends and after the celebratory cheers, I had a sudden realization that as the ball dropped and a new year started I only had 28 days until I turned 40.
Up until now, I've had no trouble with turning 40, but as the clock ticks by faster and faster, I'm starting to realize that this is really going to happen. I'm really going to be 40-years-old.
I remember I was about 13 or 14 when I sat down in my small bedroom with a spiral notebook and a calculator. I tried to determine at what year I would be what age. Back then, the year 2000 seemed like something out of a movie. I also thought it seemed like a thousand years before 2014 would actually make it. And, back then, I also thought 40 was ancient.
Like 30, you really don't get a lot of sympathy for turning 40. No one is gong to hold me a parade or a telethon. Even though a telethon would be nice considering right now I take more medications and more vitamins than I've ever had to take in my entire life. Not to mention the special facial creams and make up. I spend the majority of my time and money these days remembering which pill to take or if that sore muscle should be heated or iced.