I feel your pain. I turned 50 a few weeks ago. I had told my husband not to even mention my birthday to anyone, that I'd prefer not to celebrate it at all. Seriously.

Little did I know that my children had already planned a surprise party for me . . . so I was "outed" as a 50 year old against my desires. But the party was nice anyway!

And damned if I didn't get a letter from AARP already. Yuk.

Yep...I'm over it now! Strange how those blues come and go...Thanks for all the b-wishes everyone.

Cheers [no tears]
Lola

I get really bummed around my birthday. I feel like I am more and more out of sync with the people around me.
The first time this happened I was turning 30.

hey, 60 is the new 40....

I was dating a youthful 40 year old musician this summer and was planning a huge birthday party for myself with bands, poolside silliness, all the trappings of a teenage party, and was really excited about it after more than a decade of low profile birthday parties. I reall yfelt like a kid again!

But we split amicably before the party could be kicked into high gear, and all the passion for it fizzled out. I guess it helps to have a passionate friend generating it.

I ended up not cellebrating really my 43rd; and looking at how age is changing my face in the mirror. I felt a moment of deep sadness at aging, then had to laugh at myself when i remembered that death was the alternative!
How full of myself; I had friends dying at 35, and I'm upset I have grannie jowels starting. Geesh.
I dont know if I will ever be over the top excited about a big party in honor of my birth anymore, but I will have deep gratitude on that day for the priveledge of being alive.