Today is supposedly a huge day, a day for reflection and mirror gazing and sizing up. At 4:15 this morning, I officially turned 40. Thanks to the cat, I was awake at 4:40 to commemorate the anniversary of my 25th minute of life. Riveted, I quickly fell back asleep.
So far, since I’ve had lots of warning today was approaching, I’m feeling happily Zen about the whole thing. Despite my planning personality, I never had any really big ideas about what my life would be like at this age. This, it turns out, is a huge blessing. Believe it or not, I’m actually ready to be 40. Not sure why, not sure I care why. I’m just grateful for the serenity.
Speaking of serenity, I got my first ever set of age-related gag gifts last week. A friend in her early 30s spearheaded a box filled with denture cream, calcium, hemorrhoid relief, Ben Gay, Oil of Olay Age Defying something-or-other, and the aforementioned bladder issue products. Ok, I’ll admit I was excited about the Ben Gay and the Oil of Olay, but everything else sort of left me befuddled. It seems a bit early to be teased in this manner. But then I remembered being in my early 30s and watching a co-worker approach her 40th birthday. She whined about feeling old. And to me, she was in fact old…and embarrassingly clueless about it. So, last week, wondering what to do with my new denture cream, I realized that no matter what age you are, there will be those who think you are old, and those who think you are young. And all of them are correct; it just depends on their vantage point.
Ommmmmm.
2 comments:
So does that mean we're not going to try to burn down Chuck E. Cheese's ...
As a sign of age, maturity, fewer friends willing to dine with a rat...several of us celebrated my 40th with dinner and music at a jazz club. Worlds different than a dozen adults taking over a Chuck E Cheese to celebrate my 30th.
If my birthday were in the summer, I would have rented myself a petting zoo with llamas and pigmy goats for the day, but it's a touch too cold here to thoroughly enjoy that. Hmmm. Who says I can't celebrate 40.5?!?
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