"The first forty years of life give us the text," Schopenhauer said, "the next thirty supply the commentary."
And it's apparently widely known that life begins at forty, an idea that started to circulate in the early 1900s when life expectancy started to lengthen.
And, speaking of how medical improvements and mental attitudes have shifted, the New York Times said "All our age benchmarks, which used to seem solid as rocks, have turned into shifting sands. 'Life begins at 40?' More like 60."
I'm trying to not let myself obsess over the fact that in less than a month, I'll leave my thirties behind forever. Yet, despite the euphemisms, that number---40---seems so, well, strange. In an effort to both commemorate this milestone and to get myself accustomed to the number 40, I'm going to do a little 40 Series on my blog over the next few weeks. Not daily or even with any regularity, but 40 is going to pop up here and there.
I'm starting with this, the list of forty memorable things I experienced during my 30's:
1 just-beaches California trip
1 trip to San Diego
1 real (read: paid) writing opportunity, the 4-year-long stint I had of writing for the now (sadly) defunct Simple Scrapbooks magazine
2 funerals of close family members (my dad and Kendell’s)
2 trips to Disneyland
2 trips out of the country (Cabo San Lucas, Mexico and Niagara Falls, Canada)
3 years (just a month shy of 4) working as a librarian
4 classes developed and taught at Big Picture Classes (My Word, The Gift of Words, Write Now, and Textuality)
4.5 "Marathons" (which is my modified way of counting my 9 half marathons so that I have room to include more stuff)
Stuff I didn't count: a bajillion scrapbook layouts, countless pages read in books, roughly 25 quilts, 5 1/2 years of blogging, plenty of church callings (Relief Society teacher—my favorite; Sunday school teacher to the teenagers—my longest; Primary—my newest), dozens and dozens of pairs of pajamas and 5 or 6 Halloween costumes sewn, 40,000 photos taken, 35-ish birthday dinners, 1 skipped high school reunion, an entire decade of being a mom and a wife and a sister and a friend and hopefully a good person.
Looking at it that way makes me feel hopeful: what numbers will the decade of my 40's bring?