When I was a kid, I loved the a.a. milne poem, Now We Are Six:
When I was one,
I had just begun.
When I was two,
I was nearly new.
When I was three,
I was hardly me.
When I was four,
I was not much more.
When I was five,
I was just alive.
But now I am six,
I’m as clever as clever.
So I think I’ll be six
now and forever.
This week I turned 45—as my good friend LIsa said, I’m halfway to 90 now. And while I’ve grown up a little since I was six, I like to think I’m not finished yet.
I heard American actor Ben Affleck say in a talk show interview that he turned 40 this year and is “halfway to death”. I prefer to think of it as midway through life.
I have always approached my milestone birthdays with happiness, never with trepidation. It’s the same with this birthday.
I have always believed that life is what you make of it. Are there some decisions I have made that I’d like to take back? Perhaps. Have I made mistakes? Definitely. But I chalk them up to learning experiences and move on.
While the body bruises a little easier and heals a little slower now, I am still having as much fun as I was in my 20s. I have accomplished a lot and done things that not many others can say, such as flying with the Snowbirds, flying in a CF-18 fighter jet, jumping out of an airplane at 10,000 feet (with a Canadian Forces Skyhawk strapped firmly to my back!), earning my pilot’s licence after spending so much time in the passenger seat of various aircraft, and more.
At 43, I learned to play hockey.
At 44, I helped write a book (a historical “then and now” book celebrating Port Alberni’s centennial)…
…and learned how to knit (for the second time).
What’s in store for me now that I’m 45? I haven’t a clue. But I’m looking forward to finding out!