Today I turned 45. Usually on these 5 year mark birthdays, my hubby and I do a big birthday shindig, seeing as he turns the same age just some 12 days later. But this year he’ll be away on our “both”-day, as well as on his birthday. So this year’s celebration is a little more muted.
Markers for 45:
On Friday, I picked up eyeglasses. I finally realized that blurry vision while driving isn’t so good. And now realize I’ve generally been compensating in life – every time I take off my glasses I’m quickly reminded that my eyes don’t work as well as they used to. Somehow it wasn’t _quite_ so obvious before glasses.
On Saturday I went to the gym with my daughter, after doing a Crossfit workout earlier in the day. On Saturday I set a new PR. Still pushing my max forward so I can keep telling Cam I can bench more than he weighs.
On Sunday Clementine did her thing. 5 years ago, Clementine wasn’t even yet an idea for me. Now she’s a regular part of my life that I find most enjoyable. I’m even bringing in a little money with her this year, maybe just enough to cover what I otherwise spend…
On my actual birthday, I did the work thing and melded software to my will. Although I’ve had opportunities to step away from a technical path, I find it highly rewarding, both mentally and economically. After work, I did a Crossfit workout that had me doing 50 kettlebell swings and 50 burpees. I hate burpees – have since first introduced to them in college. But I think some 30+ years after first introduction, I’m doing them at least as well as I did then. Oh, and I PR’ed in my back squat, too.
So, thinking this 45 thing is OK. My hair color is still my own (with the occasional white hair), my body still more than works, and I’m finding lots of interesting things to get into. Oh, and my dear hubby and kids still love me! Yep, liking being 45.