This time (3.15pm) 40 years ago after a long, two day labour, I was born. I was a bouncy 9lb 3oz baby, hence the long delivery time. I was mum and dad’s firstborn of three girls in all. Dad was more than probably longing for a son to carry the family name and more importantly take over the farm. This never happened as he was destined to have girls.
Being born in 1966 makes me a Firehorse in the Chinese sign. Apparently this makes me highly strung, powerful, inconsistent, alluring and motivated by strength of will. I guess I am some or all of these things at different times. Sometimes I’m not sure about the alluring bit.
I am also a Libran with all the indeciveness that entails, and all the good things of course, eg ‘Here, in the realm of interpersonal relationships, you are a champion. You know how to be the charming host or hostess. You can sense what others want before they ask for it. And you can make the needs of others a higher priority than your own. In fact, you Librans are the shuttle diplomats of the zodiac, going back and forth between the extremes until a solution is negotiated.’
I’m not too worried about being 40. I was told recently that life begins at 40 and I certainly feel like I haven’t achieved everything in my life that I could so the possibilities from here on in are limitless. I’m not working towards a specific goal but mostly plodding along taking each day as it comes. Life certainly has become busier and busier with each passing year. I work four days a week and I don’t know how I could cope with my non-work life if I only had two days a week to do everything that needs to be done around the house, with friends and family and of course with my son.
I certainly never expected to be a mum at 40 or at any time so that is a blessing. He will be helping to celebrate with me and I’ve organised a birthday cake especially so he can feel like it’s a celebration that includes him. I probably wouldn’t have bothered otherwise. It’s also a testament to the wonderful friends I’ve got because two of them are coming along for a little while to my party with their young son and then taking JJ home with them, after the cake of course. I also had an offer from another friend to babysit which would have meant he couldn’t come to the party, or couldn’t come for long.
Speaking of wonderful friends I wouldn’t be throwing the party that I will be if it wasn’t for them. I had people drop round yesterday with decorations and help to put them up, trestle table and some other necessary party goods and other friends are helping out with music and food.
At 40 I’m still single and while I miss some obvious benefits of having a partner around I’m not too worried and desperate to find someone. I haven’t been dealt a very good hand with men in the past and I am not very good at spotting the good ones as I’ve nearly always gravitated towards the unobtainable bad boys. I was told recently by a psychic that I would meet someone who was the yin to my yang. It worries me that I’ll let him pass by but hopefully he won’t let me pass by – that has never happened to me before and I think it’s about time.
So, here’s to my 40th birthday. I might still be up at dawn partying.