A continuation of my last post…
Earlier this week, I hit a milestone. I turned 40 and I don’t mind admitting it. I’m not one of those women who have begrudged myself every birthday, mourned with every passing year the loss of my younger self. It’s not that I am all that philosophical or introspective about it, it’s really just that I know it’s going to happen whether I worry myself over it or not. We all get older and I am lucky enough that it just seems to get better.
However, I did want to check an item off my bucket list to celebrate turning 40 so I booked a weekend in Sydney for myself, my husband, and our 13-year-old daughter that included a climb up the Harbour Bridge on my actual birthday. And I have to say that it was an amazing experience.
I thought I would be scared. After all, I really don’t like heights very much. But once we got past the catwalk and ladders under the bridge and out onto the arch itself, it wasn’t scary at all. It was…I am trying to think of a word other than the oft overused word “awesome”…beautiful. The movement of the traffic on the bridge, the water taxis and ferries on the harbour, the panorama of the Opera House with the CBD and surrounds, the sun, wind, and blue skies all paint a picture of life in that part of Sydney that you don’t perceive at ground level.
The best part was the look of joy and exhilaration on our daughter’s face. She was absolutely fearless and thrilled by the experience. She amazes me!
It was a great way to spend my milestone birthday. I loved every minute of it and would do it again. I was 134 metres above sea level, with a beautiful view of an amazing city, with my two favourite people. It was a day I will never forget.