As I opened up my blog today, I took a look at the categories on my page. I was scanning down when I saw the one titled, “Since I am going to be 40.” Well, it happened. I am now the big 4-0. And yes, life IS a little different than when I was in my 30s. I didn’t wake up that morning feeling any different. I didn’t do anything special that day (I had to work), but I did look in the mirror to study my now 40 year-old face. I didn’t notice any new wrinkles (thank you, Mom, for starting me on a moisturizing routine when I was in my teens), no dark circles under my eyes. Yet. No sagging skin. Yet. But I know these things will come slowly but surely over the next decade and I sighed. Where had life gone? It seemed only yesterday that my friends through me a surprise party when I turned 30 and now, here I am 10 years later. Ugh.
I am not sure why 40 is such a difficult age for women. Some women fear turning 30 more than 40, but 30 did not really bother me. I still felt young and vibrant and attractive. I have a few friends a little older (and wiser) than me and they all said that your 30s are your best years. I have to say, they were definitely the best decade of my life thus far. I had the most wonderful times with my girlfriends, met and married the man of my dreams and advanced in my career. Now, there is a very strong possibility that I killed a few (dozen) brain cells during this time from drinking adult beverages (and lots of them) but I think I have enough left that I will be okay. At least, I hope.
My girlfriends and I got together last night for some drinks and dinner and our conversations proved that we were definitely all officially 40 and above (I am one of the youngest in the group). After talking about how most of us were on medication for high blood pressure, we then went into discussing the increasing number of gray hairs popping up (not just on our heads), acid reflux and the fact that we all have to work out way longer and harder than we did years ago to stay in shape. Yep. These were the topics of our Friday night conversations.
We also gave advice to a 30 year-old (my darling cousin) about dating. She is recently divorced and has never been on the dating scene. She was with her husband since high school and has NO CLUE what is out there. We all chimed in and gave her our advice since we could write a book on the horrific and comedic dating experiences we’ve all had (some of us had been dating for 20 years before we met the right man!) Here were some of our best tips: Don’t sleep with him on the first date. Don’t only get to know him through Facebook or other social media. Make him take you out and talk face to face. Don’t sleep with him on the first date. Don’t settle for less than what you want. Don’t get drunk on the first date. Make sure he has a job. Don’t sleep with him on the first date. Remember, pictures can be posted anywhere and have lasting effects on your reputation and even your career. (Thank God there was no such thing as Instagram and Facebook when we were in our prime!) Don’t sleep with him on the first date. Watch how he treats his mother and other women in his life. Don’t sl…you get the picture…
I just hope that she listens to her elders (dear Lord, that’s what we are now) and enjoys her 30s as much as we did. Well, actually, since she’s my little cousin, I hope she enjoys them just a little less than we did… 🙂