How can I possibly be in my forties? I remember my father’s fortieth birthday as if it were yesterday. Where on earth has the time gone? My first impulse is to panic that my life may be closer to the end than the beginning, and wonder if there really is life after forty.
Then I realize that I really am in the middle of the best years of my life.
I live in what I believe to be one of the most beautiful areas in the world. I have four gorgeous children that I could not possibly be more proud of, and three of the cutest granddaughters you have ever seen. I spend my days doing those things that I most enjoy in life.
What more could I possibly ask for?
One of the things I most enjoy doing is writing. I made a promise to myself to focus on doing more of that this year. When I thought about the topic of life after forty, I realized that I have a series of articles on this just busting to get out of my head. I would like to write about health and fitness after forty, maybe tackle some of the joys, and even the fears we all face as we approach this time in our lives.
If you were wondering though, let me be the first to assure you.
Yeah, there is life after forty.
