It’s Only A Number, Right?!
“Age is an issue of mind over matter. If you don’t mind, it doesn’t matter.” – Mark Twain
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Denial: I am not going to turn 40.
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Anger: I’m pissed off about turning 40.
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Bargaining: I would give anything to not have to turn 40.
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Depression: If I’m going to turn 40, why go on?
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Acceptance: I am going to turn 40 and I will still be ok.
As I am hurtling towards my 39th birthday at an alarming pace, I am already becoming anxious about turning 40. It’s only about a year away. A year goes by in a second. You may be asking why I’m worrying about something that is going to happen a year from now that is completely out of my control. In true neurotic fashion, I don’t like surprises and therefore like to start the inevitable panic attack as early as possible. It’s how I roll.
In all seriousness, I know I’m being overly dramatic. I know it’s not the end of the world. I know there are far worse things in life than turning 40, such as losing my career (already survived that), no Starbucks (already gave that up due to the previous item on this list), many others, and the big one, of course….dying. It’s pointless to worry about my age. It’s just a number. I know all of this.
Here’s the thing…I don’t feel 39. I don’t feel like an almost-40-year-old. When I think, “40-year-old”, I picture this…
But I actually feel like this….
Ok, who am I kidding? I don’t really feel like that. I don’t think I ever have. You get the idea though, somewhere in the middle…but much closer to the 2nd picture than the 1st.
I don’t knit or have gray hair (that doesn’t get regularly colored) or wear crocs or mom-jeans. My kids tell me I’m cool, and I’m certain they wouldn’t lie just to get more cookies. I’m going to a Nickelback concert in a few weeks for f—’s sake! At said concert I will sing, dance, most likely drink too much and possibly do something naughty. This middle-aged-suburban-mother-of-two girl likes to rock. I’m not a PTA board member and I don’t drive a mini-van. Not that there’s anything wrong with any of these things….they just aren’t me.
I guess it comes down to not labeling myself and not assigning any labels to what a 40 year old woman “should” (there’s that word again) be. And Xanax….lots of Xanax.
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I turned 45 last fall and I’m looking forward to 50 as a milestone … all of those steps I’ve taken to get there. When my children are all grown, I’ll be 55. I hope what I’ve read about women’s sexual peak is true. I’m thinking I might be making up for lots of lost time.
A) Love the new site decor!
But that doesn’t mean I can’t have a terrific ass!
2. I was upset about 30….really upset. After about 6 months into it, I owned it! Now, I just want a jiggle free ass and am no longer wishing for the ass I had 6 years ago. It’s gone.
Anyways, I’m not really sure I know what I mean to say here….but you know what I mean! LOL
Thanks for making me feeling older than dirt!
Mark Twain has a point but even if we mind, there is nothing we can do to stop the advancement of age. We just have to rock with age’s rhythm and dance to its tune. It will also pass and then we will be back to the infant stage.
I am starting to get a complex about being the PTSO (PTA) president at my sons school. HA!
Poor kids never had a chance with me at the helm…ahah!
How is it that you have such a knack for posting things that I too have been obsessing about?? It’s like you’re in my head, LOL!
That being said… I’m really enjoying my 30s so far. The twenties were WAY too tumultous for me. So although 40s are still a few years away for me– I think as long as I have some Botox, I’ll be good to go:)
And now that THAT has been said…. you get down with your naughty self!
And take a camera to your bday party!!
I’m 45 and some days age is just a number. But today, my joints are killing me and it’s hard to type…. Great post, friend.
Sue
Take FUN Quizzes for Women
36 was hard for me to swallow. I definitely felt different – until then it was just a number. Now i feel different. I’m going to have to come to terms before 40!!
DUDE!
God willing I am going to be jumping around front row at concerts until I am F-ing 80!
Age is just a number!
Like cheese and wine its all better with age!
Rock on Sister!
Fast forward 10 years and you will still be in the same spot, if possibly more lost! Last I checked I was the “young one”, right? Same topic got me blogging too. Hoping it will bring me some clarity… Great posts.
Happy Birthday! And guess what? Once you hit 39, you’re allowed to stay there as long as you like. I’m surprised you didn’t know that!
You will always be younger than me!!!
Thanks for the humorous look at aging. Your writing reminds me a bit of Erma Bombeck. As someone who passed 40 a few years ago, I totally understand. And as I look at the world, I wonder how can I have teenage kids when I’m still only 23?
Have a great day!
Monique
Stable Solutions
i am about to turn 39 too and i so get what you are saying! i feel like i am still 23 on the inside. ok, and sometimes i still act 23 but who the hell cares! i am determined to stay young on the inside.
LOL – that’s just one of the many services I provide.
And you are one of the youngest people I know.
Thanks, and yes, we share a brain so I know what you mean.
And you will, of course, blog about it, right?!
Great minds think alike! My 30’s have been WAY more tumultuous than my 20’s, although I don’t remember a whole lot about my 20’s….
Thank you!
So true, so true… there’s a five year gap in my early 20s that’s just ….well… “gone”, for lack of a better word. Isn’t it funny (and subtly ironic) that we are remembering MORE as we get older? HA! Must be because I finally said no to the buttery nipples.