Turning 41: 5 things that kinda rock.

Did you guess it from the title?

Yep.  Me. 40 plus one.

As in: four decades plus one year.

I know, I know -  you'd nevvvver say it by looking at me, would you? ;-) Last year, I didn't write anything about turning 40, which seems a more logical milestone for writing something like this. But, I ignored the entire thing.  As in: pretended in never happened. 'Cause I don't know about you, but I'm feeling 22.  

Plus, my 40th birthday wasn't inspiring. I wanted so badly to write a kickass article about turning 40 like the ones I've read in recent years. But I had complete writer's block. Turning 40 just sucked my creativity up through a straw.

But I did write about turning 39 the year before. If I recall, I think I said 39 was a slimy monster that creeps up behind you and shouts boo in your face. Yah, so I wasn't really a fan of 39 either. LOL. You can find that post here, if you'd like to hear how I really felt about my 39th birthday: 39: The Creepy-Creeper Birthday. turning 40 - what the hell happened quote

I hate admitting that I had a hard time with turning 40.  It's a little embarrassing that I told friends not to give me a card with "Look who's turning 40"or the like...just a simple Happy Birthday would suffice, thank you very much.  Other 40 year olds I know accepted turning 40 much more gracefully than I did.

Looking back, it seems a little selfish of me, given that growing older is an opportunity not everybody gets - and this hard truth has hit closer to home in recent years than I'd like.

But now that I'm 41, I think I've finally gotten the "I hate turning 40" pity party out of my system.  Listen, I'm still not crazy about the fact that I'll never ever go back to my 20s or 30s. And, frankly, I'm a little confused about where those decades went so fast? I'd seriously trade a month's supply of expensive fine line serum, a box of nasal strips, and a heating pad for just one more university party.  Despite my yearning for a little more Right Said Fred, I finally have some appreciation for what this new decade has to offer.  I know this partly because I can finally listen to the Five for Fighting song "100 Years" without curling up into the fetal position and bawling my eyes out.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tR-qQcNT_fY  

So, for what it's worth, there are some things about turning 40 (or in my case 41) that don't actually suck.  In fact, these 5 things kinda rock. turning 40 - 5 things that rock 1. You can give advice.  At 41, the School of Hard Knocks qualifies you for at least a Bachelor's degree in Advice Giving. (The Masters comes at 60!) It's been said that there's wisdom in your 40s, and I think this is true. This isn't to say I have all the answers. Far from it. But at 41, you've had enough experience to understand there's actually very little in life that isn't, at least, survivable. Sure, there've been events in my life that have changed me. But at 41, I can look back and see that the world didn't implode because of them, and I still got up each day and put one foot in front of the other. And if you've been lucky enough to get to 41 without any major life trauma, chances are you've seen close friends go through it (illness, divorce, layoffs, bankruptcies, etc.) and live to tell about it. In your 40s you begin to understand that sayings like 'time heals all wounds' and 'what doesn't kill you makes you stronger' aren't as cliche as you once thought. With this wisdom comes a certain calmness that, in time, 'every little thing is going to be ok.' turning 40 - Every little thing quote turning 40 - worrying quote 2. You know who your true friends are. At 41, that fuzzy line that existed in your 20s and 30s between 'friends' and 'acquaintances' can be drawn with laser precision. By now, you've weeded out the fairweather friends, the posers and the double crossers. And, truthfully, you've probably been weeded out too. (By those who couldn't handle your sheer awesomeness, of course!).  At  41, you understand that it is perfectly normal to have a social circle of which only a handful are your true peeps. You might not have as many friends as you did in your 20s (and, no, Facebook doesn't count), but there's comfort in finally understanding who your true friends are. True friends don't care if you've had a bad day, if you've been incognito for months, if your house is a mess. They are the ones who like you just the way you are, no matter how imperfect you may be. turning 40 - Be who you are and say what you feel quote   turning 40  - I don't have time to worry about who doesn't like me quote   3. Let your freak flag fly. At 41, you no longer need acceptance from others to feel good about yourself. You start to feel comfortable in your own shoes - which, btw, at 41, just happen to be ballet flats more often than platforms.  You no longer feel the need to be someone you're not, on the inside or out. Keeping up with every trend, fad diet, or the Jones' Kardashians, just seems like a lot of effort that could be better spent watching The Good Wife.  So please excuse me if you see me in my boot cut jeans today instead of colour pop skinnies, or if I'm not wearing make up (gasp!), or if I haven't ombre-ed my hair or painted my nails or lost the last 20lbs of baby weight. I did in fact read In Style this month. I just chose not to care.  At 41, I'm OK with being me.   turning 40 - to wish you were someone else is to waste the person you are quote 4. Do what you love.  At 41, you have the wisdom to finally start living your passion . When you are in your 20s and 30s, time seems infinite. So you feel totally OK with wasting it, or spending it doing things that don't really make you happy. After all, there's always some day. It's easy to tuck away your dreams in your back pocket to focus on a career or a family. But, at 41, you begin to realize that some day isn't that far away. Time really does fly. Why waste it doing something that makes you unhappy? I understand that the mortgage needs to get paid, but that doesn't mean you can't take that watercolour class you've been dreaming of, or train for a half marathon, or make all 524 recipes from "Mastering the Art of French Cooking" in a year  (gosh I loved that movie) if that's what floats your boat. I have an MBA, for goodness sake, and here I am writing a blog about - of all things - decorating.  

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