Wednesday, December 15, 2010

The spirit of the season, oh, and aging up

Sometime in the last few weeks I let go of the anxiety and decided to embrace turning 40.  It's just a number, after all.  I don't feel 40 and according to everyone I know, I don't look 40.  And everyone says 40 is the new 20.  I like that.  Not that I want to go back to 20, but I like the spirit of the sentiment.

I've celebrated well and the celebrating isn't quite done.  On my last business trip of the season, I had a few extra hours before a red eye so I treated myself to a luxurious afternoon at the Grand Wailea Spa soaking in the Terme pools and then getting a lovely massage.  Thanksgiving was spent with my Colorado Springs Family - the Waldon's!  And Christmas Eve, too!  Love them bunches.

December has been a whirlwind.  I knew it would be and I did as much as I could ahead of time, but I still felt like the Perfect Storm hit the weekend of December 11:  all files must be read and the toughest of my exams to be taken on Monday, December 13.  By exam time I was exhausted and uncertain about my knowledge.  In the end I did just fine with a lot of help from my friends.  Hugs given liberally, a dog walker in Jill made Syd and I so grateful.  But I'm getting ahead of myself.

My actual birthday was celebrated reading files, for the most part.  But the day was filled with phone calls, a cookie bouquet, and dinner with the Waldon's.  I could not have asked for a more perfect day.  That was followed by a gift from my Sunday Sista's - a little par-tay at the Roman Villa!  Words cannot describe the love and generosity of my friends.  I am so blessed to have these women in my life.  And to have so many wonderful friends - all together in one place to help me celebrate.  Pizza, salad and carrot cake cupcakes!  Yum.  The banner photo is of my Sunday Sistas - thank you!




In January, I will complete the celebration with a trip to Mt. Princeton Hot Springs with a few close friends and finally, a trip to Phoenix with Shawnna and KayKay - I cannot wait!

They say 40 is the new 20, or 5 1/2 in dog years.  I'll take 'em all!