NO!! Not that one. The REALLY bad one (at least in my mind) was Forty. The big 4-0. Yes, yes I know. Age is just a number, it's all in how you feel and for sure it's better than the alternative. But I struggled with it. It was the end of my 30's and in my mind, it felt like the end of my youth.
It was 2011. I had been out of work for 18 months (I live in a really depressed area). I lost my house to foreclosure. I had to move back in with my Mom. And there it was. I was the stereotype...a near 40 yr old living in her mother's basement. My worst nightmare. Except it was worse than that. I had let my weight balloon to near 250 lbs. (YIKES..I know!) So I was a fat, sluggish, almost 40 yr old living in her mother's basement. Needless to say I had zero self-esteem and faced with this milestone coming up I knew something had to change.
I couldn't change the number so I changed me. I eventually landed a job and was blessed to work with some great people, have a terrific mentor and make some very good friends. Oh and I lost the weight...I lost 80 lbs in less than a year. YAY ME! It was an epiphany.
Suddenly I wasn't invisible anymore. People would look me in the eye. I could actually shop WITH my friends in the same department. I even noticed men's heads turning when I walked by. (yes, it's an ego boost no matter what we women say). I no longer looked down when I walked and held my head up to meet people's smiles. I grew some confidence and people noticed. I felt like a different person when 41 rolled around. I didn't hide from that birthday, I celebrated it.
Yes, age really is just a number. My 40th year wound up being one of the most fun years of my life. I met new people, made new friends-online and in real life. I got out of the basement and began living again. It's been a blast and I have lots to look forward to.