Oh, how I've dreaded this day! 40 just seems old to me. I set some goals for myself in January--doing 40 of some things that would make me happy and make me feel good about myself. I didn't set a hard deadline (except one) and have had a great time working on talking or spending time with 40 friends, sewing 40 things, writing 40 pages in my journal, and running 40 miles in March (finished that one on my birthday!)
We talked over different plans, but everything felt too overwhelming in this busy life of ours. Rob and I celebrated with a recent trip to Hawaii, but I really wanted to do something with friends too. Luckily, I do have WONDERFUL friends who surprised me with an 1980's party a few days before my birthday. We ate nachos and terrible candy (Big League Chew, Nerds, Pixie Stix). We compared awful outfits (double layered polos with the collar up, lots of gaudy jewelry, socks over the pants, headbands, ratted hair, gold hammer pants, and pegged cuffs--everyone really got into it and it was awesome!!). We watched old MTV videos and even had a Thriller dance off and a slow-dance to "Forever Young". By the end of the night, my face was sore from laughing so much. I felt so loved and so glad that I grew up in the 80s--it's the perfect decade to make fun of and make you feel young and silly!
