Each year I hit a milestone birthday, something else happens in my life to overshadow it.
The year I turned 30 I got married.
The year I turned 40 we adopted my son from Korea.
The year I tured 50, I had a mastectomy... I choose to refer to it as a "b**b job"
I've never feared or lamented birthdays. I see them as a brief moment of celebration, followed by a return to living my life.
It's funny. I was at an orientation program the other day for kids who will be attending the high school where I teach. Someone at the microphone said that high school had been the best years of his life-- how very sad!!! To think that it was all downhill after 18!!! I always kind of figure that the best is yet to come.
OK, back to your point... why not start to save for and plan a fabulous trip? Get a sister or best friend to agree now to go with you. London, Australia, Alaska, NYC, Bermuda, the Grand Canyon, Iceland.... there are so many fabulous choices out there!!!