It rocks to be 40
So it’s my birthday today, I’m finally 40. I’m enjoying it so much I started calling myself 40 like four months ago because I couldn’t wait.
I’m not exactly sure why it is so meaningful to me, this number. You might think I’m enough of a rebel to just not care at all about a number like this, even though it is certainly culturally significant. But here’s the thing, I’m owning it.
Since I’m an alpha female, being 40 frees me up quite a bit. I don’t have to even imagine not being taken seriously or being thought of as too young or inexperienced to have an opinion. I have no urge to be cute or play dumb. Leave that to younger people, it wouldn’t work for me anymore anyhow.
My dad used to tell me to try to be “more demure” so that people wouldn’t be put off by me. Worst advice ever. I definitely have gotten more out of my life by being completely honest and upfront than by playing a synthetic role. It also wastes less time for everyone. At this point I’m able to look over my experiences and know things like that rock-solid, and not second guess myself. That’s a good feeling.
You know what rocks about being 40? It comes down to this: I am old enough to know the difference between bullshit and the good stuff and I’m still feeling healthy and fully capable of enjoying the good stuff. It is seriously freeing, and I’m looking forward to everything about it. And I say this basically unemployed and not knowing what I’m doing next, which for some reason gives rise to the most freeing moments for me.
Presents I don’t want for my 40th birthday:
- hair dye. I’m letting myself go grey, it’s gorgeous IMHO.
- anti-wrinkle cream. Screw that.
- girdles. I’ve already complained about that.
Presents I might want for my 40th birthday:
- a night out on the town ending with karaoke is always nice.
- puzzles and games. I’ve always love playing with puzzles. Crosswords too.
- time with the many people I love. That’s the best part.
Let’s do this, people! Fuck yeah!!