I no longer tick the boxes ‘in thirties’. I am officially in my forties. Well ok bit over dramatic but I was 40 yesterday. Apparently now my life starts. So does that mean all that before doesn’t count or was just a practise?
In honour in making this milestone with still my own teeth, hair and a tiny bit of dignity still remaining I thought I would list the things I love about being me, being 40 and anything else I have to look forward to.
At reaching 40 I can now stop worrying about fashion. I never did get it, got it or look good in it. At last I have an excuse to be free of it.
I can now act any age I want. If I act like a big kid it’s because I am old. If I act old it’s because I am old.
At last I can watch decent programmes and appreciate the lengths they go to in telling me where nutmeg comes from. (The flower on a tree in case you were wondering)
Quality doesn’t just mean expense any more, it means so much more. It means comfort, lasting and still expensive.
I can smile and look at my kids and think haven’t I done well, clever me.
I have something to blame the middle age spread on, nature. And we all know nature always wins in the end.
I can officially feel knackered and complain about it out loud.
Gardening is now cool.
I can argue with the TV and win.
I no longer have to leap out of bed or leap into the shower as at 40 leaping anywhere really isnâ€™t a sensible option.
As I settle into accepting I am now 40 I think I will have a new motto for life. Sod it I’m 40.