On the occasion of my fortieth birthday
When I awoke this morning, I was forty. It is quite unreal. Forty year olds are meant to be adults and do adult things like be married and have families and know what they want to do with their lives and know who they are. I still don’t feel like an adult at times and often wonder when someone is going to spot the imposter parading about in the adult section and kick me out.
Forty. Another milestone met. I am not really one for celebrating birthdays but today did make me look back at other milestones across the years. Some are societal, such as hitting a certain birthday, but most are more personal events so today has been bitter sweet. It also made me question what I am doing and where I am going.
Time moves on and I think back to the first birthday after my mother died with a sense of shock. She has been gone for a quarter of my life and that thought fills me with such sadness. I know how she would have responded to my email in September – she would have booked the next flight out! I think of all the things she has missed: her grand kids and some big birthdays, successes she would have celebrated and failures she would have commiserated over. I still miss her everyday and wonder if my wanderings are a way of running away from the lack of her existence.
Other milestones are less emotional and more obvious, such as previous birthdays or events I recall from living in various countries. I will certainly not be forgetting living here – the place I found a few lumps and lost a breast! That said, had I been elsewhere, the outcome may not have been the same and I may have had to return to the UK for treatment. Some milestones I have yet to appreciate, although I am sure that time will come.
One milestone I have met today is that of being a non-smoker when I turn forty. I found a packet of cigarettes hidden away today and gave in to the impulse to smoke one after being smoke free for several months. I felt nothing really, and am glad. Glad that I didn’t enjoy the sensation and glad that I couldn’t really understand what had had such a hold over me for so long. Long live the e-cig!
My celebration this evening consists of a few friends and a lot of Greek food at a local hotel which is featuring a Greek chef. I am looking forward to some memories of my time in Greece and, hopefully, some of my favourite foods too.