November is a big month in our house. Not only is it Thanksgiving month, but this is my fifth year to do the National Novel Writing Month challenge. It’s also birthday month for both me and the hubby.

For some reason, this birthday is bugging me a bit more than others. I’m not really sure why. I’m not one to bemoan the loss of my youth or fret about time marching across my face. Usually. But it struck me that I will be turning 45 this year.

This is the year I tip more toward the half-century mark. The first year I’m no longer closer to the flirty thirties or even fabulous forty. And while I’m not really worried about aging, I am worried about time.

It seems the first five years of this decade went by in the blink of an eye. It seems this past year has been a game-changer, both emotionally and physically. Oh, I’m as healthy (if not healthier) as I’ve ever been, but it’s become increasingly obvious that I’m not as young as I once was. The carefree years of eating what I like when I like are gone. I have to have more and more tests run at my annual physicals. *snorts* Up until my insurance forced me to start having annual physicals, I didn’t. I was forty the first time I’d had blood drawn. Worse, I don’t climb as freely, jump as bravely, or land as softly as I did just a few years ago. The gray in my hair is getting harder and harder to camouflage.

I want to age gracefully, but I won’t lie. This birthday will be a struggle for me, even if I’m not hitting a milestone. I feel like I have so much to do, so much that I didn’t know I wanted to be back when I was twenty or thirty.

And I’d better get on the stick. Time’s a-wastin’.

How about you? Have you struggled with a personal milestone? Do you feel like you’ve accomplished what you set out to do, or are you just getting revved up?