I’m turning 40 this year. 40 and I’m not freaking out at all. I freaked out at 30, which in retrospect seems so silly. At 30, I felt like time was ticking and I hadn’t accomplished anything. At 40, I look at my life and appreciate the experiences and relationships. I don’t measure success as simply or superficially as I did a decade ago.
I’ve started thinking about what I want for my birthday and what I want is not any one thing, what I want is an experience in the form of a trip. I want to go to Hawaii. My birthday is in May and I just don’t see it happening that soon. Perhaps, my birthday wish is that I get to go to Hawaii sometime during my 40th year.
Why do I want to go to Hawaii so badly? Not for the beaches, not for the resorts. I want to go for my husband. My husband was born and raised in Hawaii and when he speaks of it his eyes glaze over with nostalgia and love. I love my husband and his childhood in Hawaii seems to have much to do with the wonderful man he has become.
You’d think that in 10 years of being together we would have managed to take a trip to his former home, but money has always been an issue. It’s not so much the plane fare, that we can swing; it’s the accommodations. His mother owns a place on Oahu, but for reasons I am not at liberty to disclose we cannot stay with her and we can’t afford a hotel.*
No matter. Time and time again I am reminded that the Universe is abundant, so I’m putting my birthday wish out there:
I want to go to Hawaii!
I’ll send you a virtual postcard via this blog when my wish comes true.
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*We get along great with my MIL. When we go, we will surely spend lots of time with her. We just can’t stay at her place.