Countdown to 40: T-Minus 51 weeks
Last week I turned 39. THIRTY-NINE. To me, that just sounds old. Darn old.
Now, please don’t take offense if YOU are 39 or older. It doesn’t sound old on you, just me. Maybe that’s because I can read my own thoughts, and my thoughts are not those of an almost-40-something. In fact, most of the time, they’re pretty immature. My thoughts are still running around in tight-rolled jeans and a KISS “Crazy Nights Tour” t-shirt. (My thoughts are also a tight-bellied size 6.)
I wish I was one of those people for whom age isn’t an issue. Such things usually don’t bother me. I’m usually such a “Whatever happens, happens” kind of girl. (Thanks be to God and my friend Effexor XR.) Not wanting to turn 40 is so cliche, it’s embarrassing. It makes me think of middle-aged women who insist on shopping in the Juniors section, sporting too-tight t-shirts that say, “Team Edward” or “Boys Suck!” It makes me think of “The Real Housewives of Orange County,” which in turn makes me want to poke my eyes out with a pencil. The thought that I could have anything in common with those women is enough to make me run with open arms toward the section of the department store that sells silky two-piece jogging suits and sweatshirts with the fake scalloped collar and a picture of a cat playing with a ball of yarn embroidered on the front. (Again, please don’t take offense if you currently own such items of clothing. Remember, it’s not you, it’s me.)
I know, I know. It’s time to face the music, accept the milestone that is to come. But like the John Mayer song says, “This is bound to take a while.” (Although what he’s singing about sounds a lot more fun…) So I’m giving myself time — 52 weeks, to be exact. By February 24, 2012, I’m going to be able to look 40 straight in the eye, flash a sly smile and say, “Bring it on, biatch!”
How am I going to do this, you ask? Hmm, good question, I answer. Would you believe me if I told you I had it all figured out, had a plan all sketched out and ready to go? No, I didn’t think so. That’s so not me. Instead, I have some jumbled, fuzzily formed, semi-focused bites of ideas that will continue to simmer as I ponder life and looks and age and attitude.
Here are, for example, some random thoughts I plucked from my cerebral stock pot:
- Maybe I just need change my perspective. Instead of thinking in terms of years, I should concentrate on the fact that I will be 14,600 days. Then when I go back to thinking 40 years, it won’t seem like that much.
- Tattoo? Maybe a Liz Lemon quote? Possibilities:
“Do you need sex advice? Here’s a tip. Sometimes a lady likes to leave her blazer on.”
“Trying on jeans is my favorite thing. Maybe later I can get a pap smear from an old male doctor.”
“Mrs. Doubtfire shimself could not do this.”
“I believe that all anyone really wants in this life is to sit in peace and eat a sandwich.”
- Shedding 30 pounds should make me feel more confident. I wonder if this can be done without having to sweat or give up Golden Oreos…
- Think: Distinguished. Experienced. Aged to Perfection. Keep repeating until you can say them without picturing Wilford Brimley or bleu cheese.
I will keep updating you on my progress toward aging gracefully instead of grumpily. I know, you are on the edge of your seat. In the meantime, if you have advice for me, like “Suck it up!” or “Get your nipple pierced!” (Yeah, no.), please leave a comment.
I’ll leave you with a few photos of my birthday last week. I was in Rochester, Minn., staying with my sister-in-law while attending some doctor appointments for Boy #2 (gastrointestinal issues). After sitting through a rough MRI with my boy, I was ready for 1) a drink and 2) chocolate. Fortunately, I got both at dinner! Happy birthday to me!
Me here, not taking offense, since after turning 41 in January I find myself firmly in my forties with no where to go but older 🙂 I look forward to watching your progress and checking in on your!
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Loved this! I wish I was there to celebrate with you! Reading your blog and seeing your pics makes me laugh. Also makes me remember why we became such great friends!! Love ya and miss you!
Well, if you want advice, just be thankful you’re not going GRAY too. I just got my hair colored a month ago and this morning was HORRIFIED by my “sparkly” roots peeking out already. Seriously? Because I’m only 37 ya’know. Just remember that, in my opinion, NOTHING makes you feel older than gray hair! NOTHING! And considering I’m 3 years away from 40, I shudder to think what my hair will look like by then! Celebrate your haircolor, where, unlike me, any variations in color were put there willingly by YOU and not by damn Mother Nature! 🙂
I say Beware of wandering eyebrows!! I used to have 2 full-sized eyebrows…but now I only have 1/2 a brow above my left eye…. Where did it go you ask?? Well, it has migrated to my lip and my chin. AND for all I know, I have them sticking out of my ears..like your father does…only I can’t see them and he wouldn’t notice…or if he did, he wouldn’t say anything. (That’s why God gave me girls 🙂
As Grandma Cook says,”Getting older isn’t for whimps…but it beats the alterative!”
I turned 29 (+4) this year! It was okay, but I was just feeling frumpy. So since I coach all these cute chic teenage girls, I asked for advice on a hair cut and when and got layers and sweepy bangs. I do feel younger, it’s been years since I’ve done anything different with my hair. Now if I could have a younger body, that would be great!
You will most definitely be Forty and Fabulous! The end.
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Well 40 better watch for you! You seem to be preparing for a big battle and 39 isnt bad at all. We cant do anything but get older but it doesnt me we cant enjoy the ride.
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