Forty Fabulous Things about Turning Forty!
While I know there are a lot of people out there who will never admit their real age, I’m stinkin’ proud of the fact that
So, I thought I’d take a few minutes to celebrate forty fabulous things about turning forty!
1. I’m forty years old. People have to listen to me now.
2. I’m forty and broke—very low possibility of being kidnapped.
3. I can get away with wearing sweats and no makeup to the grocery store.
4. I can wear sleeveless tops and not care how flabby and pasty my upper arms are.
5. The decade of my teen years is now considered “retro” and “cool”—no longer “embarrassing” and “gauche.”
6. My back, knees, and right ankle are now better at predicting the weather than any meteorologist in the world.
7. I don’t have to worry about revealing any of my friends’ secrets—because I’ve forgotten all of them.
8. I can slow down and take things at my own pace (if I want to).
9. I can say no because I’m at an age where taking care of myself first is not only expected, but necessary.
10. I have the career that I’d always considered a pipe-dream. And even though it’s been tough financially, I can still say I attained my dream before I turned forty.
11. I feel younger than ever—because I’ve connected with so many childhood/junior-high/high-school friends in this here age of technology.
12. I don’t have to worry about meeting “the right kind of people” or making “the right kind of friends.” I’m already surrounded by them.
13. Understanding my parents better as each year passes.
14. Having a ton of other fabulous friends who also just turned forty, or are about to.
15. I have minions.
16. Not being carded when I buy wine at my favorite store. (Though I think that’s because they know me.)
17. Being carded when I go out for margaritas with some of my other fabulous fortysomething friends and having the cute young waiter act all surprised because he thought we were his age.
18. I can now get away with yelling at the teenagers driving down the street too fast to “SLOW DOWN.”
19. I can also gripe about the twentysomethings having the party down the street about how they need to TURN DOWN THAT RACKET YOU CALL MUSIC!
20. I no longer worry about the Zombie Apocalypse. In fact, some days I’d welcome it!
21. I don’t have to pretend to like something if I don’t.
22. Turning forty means it’s time to try some things I haven’t yet (like Indian food or dining out alone at least a couple of times a month).
23. At forty, peer-pressure—or at least the urge to give in to it—disappears. (Or so I’ve been told.)
24. Those aren’t gray hairs. That’s experience.
25. My competitiveness is waning.
26. I don’t feel the need to try to prove myself. I’ve spent the last twenty years doing that. It’s time to relax a little and enjoy what I’ve accomplished.
27. If I want to eat cereal for dinner and a ham sandwich for breakfast, that’s okay. (Or maybe that’s should be on the forty fabulous things about being single list.)
28. I not only saw the original versions of the Star Wars movies when they first released, I remember them back before the digital updates and “prequels” ruined them.
29. No hesitation in telling off the teenagers in the movie theater who insist on talking or answering their phones during the movie.
30. I can get away with cutting through the smalltalk to get to the point—I’m getting older by the minute, here, people!
31. I am more certain that I know less than I think I do.
32. Forty is the new twenty-five.
33. I know who I am and what I want out of life, and I’m not afraid to pursue it with passion, no matter what anyone else might think.
34. When I say that wisdom is one of my top spiritual gifts, people actually have to take me seriously.
35. I won’t have to worry about if people are watching and judging me all the time. (Wait, did someone just see me type that? What are they going to think? Maybe I shouldn’t have written that.)
36. “The first forty years of life give us the text: the next thirty supply the commentary.” ~Arthur Schopenhauer
37. I haven’t started receiving AARP stuff in the mail . . . yet.
38. Failure isn’t terminal. Success isn’t eternal. It’s all just life. And it’s soooooo worth living.
39. It’s now officially okay for me to not be girly and giggly and for me to hate chick flicks. I can grouse about them all I want!
40. The most fabulous thing about turning forty—it must be better than being thirty-nine was. Thirty-nine sucked, big time!