My mom used to say, “I’d like to meet the asshole who said life begins at forty and punch him in his face!”
I always got a kick out of that. My poor mom’s life went downhill health-wise at forty: cancer, diabetes, you name it. So I always “understood” why she said it.
After she passed away, I was going through her “stuff” and found a button in her drawer that said, “Life is like a shit sandwich and every day I take another bite.” Again – I understood.
When I hit 40 five years ago, I flipped out and was amidst my own mid-life crisis. I was afraid I was going to end up sick like my mother. I was in total fear.
I went on a diet, lost 50 pounds in 5 months and booked a trip to Paris for a month in the summer. It was a blast!
At 41 I finally got my convertible BMW but all the birthdays have been lackluster since then.
Am I afraid of getting old? Yes.
Am I afraid of looking old? Yes.
Will I age gracefully? I’m NOT sure.
All these things drive me crazy!
My husband cannot believe my maddening obsession with age. I’m worried about MY age – no one else’s. As soon as a movies comes on TV, I’m checking out the cast’s ages and compare myself to possibly botox-laden starlets who have more “plastic” injected into them than a Barbie mold.
There are pros and cons to getting older. I once blogged about my twenties vs. my forties – read it HERE. The differences are amazing.
So, what are my pros and cons?
- I know what I want (usually) and can probably can get it.
- Many younger men love older women – especially in Europe. This is not really one of my pros because I’m married but flattered.
- Being married and sharing my life with someone.
- The sagging boobs. At 40 they dropped ever so slightly. At 45… I can’t even talk about it!
- Wrinkles & lines. Noticeable or invisible. I am my worst critic.
- Being married. Did I already mention that?
- Losing people you love. There are more of us in the ground than on the ground now.
I think my con list is going to be longer so I’ll stop now rather than risk an onset depression from life-examination.
Will I Botox up and filler out? Will I face lift and boob-job and God knows what else?
Yes. No. Maybe.
The truth is that I don’t know. I think about it then I dismiss it. I have noticed that I do think about it more now than I did 5 years ago. Do you?
So my question is… Do you think life begins at forty?
My answer… I guess it depends where you are, how you feel and what you have to look forward to. I feel strong and confident at 45. I felt it at 40 too. Of course there are always way to improve oneself – something I’m constantly striving for.
Has life begun at 40 for me? It didn’t for my mother.
What about you?
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