My “This Is 40”

I turned 40 recently. And I was worried about it for a while… until I wasn’t.

Because I realized, part of the way there, around 39-and-a-half (yes I still count my age in parts) that everyone’s #thisis40 is different, and that the measures of success, or “making it,” are different for everyone.

At just-turned-39 I was worried that I would turn 40 and still be living in a basement suite with a roommate.

Which I am, sort of, although I haven’t been to said basement suite since turning 40 over a month ago… which is part of the reason why I’m not worried about it anymore.

Not because I’m not currently there, but because I realized that my basement-suite-with-roommate life (and budget) allows me to live the other life I’ve dreamed of: the randomly-book-a-plane-ticket-and-fly-to-Australia life.

So no, I’m not married-with-children at 40. I’m not on a career achievement list of “40 under 40.” I’m not in the best-shape-of-my-life at 40. I don’t own a house on a hill by the ocean (yet).

But I’m pretty content to report that this is my #thisis40… and I’m feeling pretty dang good.

Chillin with the Cheer Peppers this November, click the pepper below to check them out…