Right, so I swung past the big 4.0 this past weekend.
A bit of a fizzer perhaps, esp. for a party girl like me (no big party was had). To be honest, I didn’t really want one. I had so many other things on my mind that a party was the last thing I needed. Instead I had a great weekend of fabulous food, lots of wine and great friends and that was enough for me.
Every single person who found out about my birthday commented the same way… “OMG! 40!”….”Getting old now!”, “How does it feel?”…etc. etc. There is so much dread surrounding turning 40 it really spins me out. I mean I often have a cheeky dig about how “40 is old” but that doesn’t mean I actually believe it! Why do people (especially women, lets face it) have so much of an issue? I had a bit of an epiphany in the traffic on Sat and I think I’ve figured it out. These years are ( normally) the worst of your life. You generally have young kids. You have bills ( lots of bills..) you have a mortgage. You have work. A career. Stress. More stress. Work stress. Kid stress. Bill stress. You need to remember play days, Birthdays, camp days, reading diaries, homework, volunteer work, school sports and weekend sports. On top of all that you need to exercise, cleanse, tone & moisturise, eat well, drink less, provide healthy organic home cooked lunchboxes for your kids with no nuts or artificial nasties and still ensure that you can be meeting your families’ mental needs whilst coming home everyday to a perfectly clean, orderly and military run household ( without having a mental breakdown, of course).
Because ladies, like it or not, this is what society thinks you should be doing. Which, I believe is why so many women have such massive issues about turning 40. Why the hell should we put up with that?
So take it from me. Don’t care about being 40. Live your life the best you can and just keep swimming.
My 50th is the birthday I’m really looking forward too. My youngest will be just about finished high school and I will have the luxury of doing whatever the hell I want, whenever I want, without worrying about being responsible for my humans or remembering everything I needed too.
Oh, and I probably won’t have moisturised either….