And I'm Gonna Be Forty...
One of my favorite scenes from "When Harry Met Sally" is hitting a little too close to home for me...
Sally: He just met her... She's supposed to be his transitional person, she's not supposed to be the ONE. All this time I thought he didn't want to get married. But, the truth is, he didn't want to marry me. He didn't love me.
Harry: If you could take him back now, would you?
Sally: No. But why didn't he want to marry me? What's the matter with me?
Sally: I'm difficult.
Harry: You're challenging.
Sally: I'm too structured, I'm completely closed off.
Harry: But in a good way.
Sally: No, no, no, I drove him away. AND, I'm gonna be forty.
Harry: In eight years.
Sally: But it's there. It's just sitting there, like some big dead end. And it's not the same for men. Charlie Chaplin had kids when he was 73.
Harry: Yeah, but he was too old to pick them up.
Yes, my blogging friends... tomorrow I will be turning 39. The big 4-0 is just around the corner... looming! I am a bit freaked... I know that I don't look, feel, or some people might say... "act" my age... but I never dreamt that I would be without a husband (or even date, for that matter) and kids by the time I hit this age. I know my life is good... I have an amazing family and a group of friends that I absolutely treasure. But there is a place deep in my heart that feels empty... and I hope that someday SOON it will be filled with love... as much love as I have to give to someone.