It's those 00000000000's! Thirty was tuff for me as it approached, but the women I worked with did a first rate job decorating my office with all things black. Signs were everywhere, and they even hung a black wreath on the front gates of the property where our office was. EVERYBODY who came in the office asked whose birthday it was so I ended up laughing all day cause they made such a big deal about it.
Forty was hard. I had just gotten married for the first time, and I had baby fever really bad, but knew having a baby at my age and in my not great physical health was a BAD idea. So, I white knuckled through it and the baby fever passed.
Fifty was again saved by dear co-workers who threw me a lovely surprise tea party with all things pink (see my name?)! It was fabulous! I had such a good time.
Now, I'm about to turn 51 on Wednesday (so happy birthday to both of us!!). I love being older, cause I now feel like I can say what I want most of the time - I've lived long enough that I've earned it. I play the 'crone' role well. My advice, try to get comfortable with where you are in life, age and all. Every day really is a gift, and if you do have your health, you are lucky indeed. I would give much to go an hour without pain. However, I wouldn't give up my intellect for it, so if you're able to think and dream, that's enough, no matter what your age. And the good thing is, every year brings more knowledge. You won't believe how much more you know by the time you're my age!