Two months today I will be 40 years old. I love birthdays- so I take great joy in these silly little markers… three months to go, two months…
It’s not that I’m rushing to get older. I genuinely find it HILARIOUS that I’m set to turn 40. I don’t know what this age is supposed to feel like, but I absolutely do not feel any different than I did when I turned 30… well… metaphorically speaking, I do not feel any different. I do not need to go on about how my period is hellish now, or how bloated I get eating certain foods… THE POINT is, I am greatly amused by this new number I see poking its head around the corner.
I was thinking today of where I was in my 20s, and what an utter mess I made of certain things. But I think that’s what your 20s are made for, thinking you know all because your teen years are O-V-E-R… and you are making an absolute mess of relationships. And then your 30s are for figuring out things, realizing you can hold your own, realizing right from wrong and getting a grip on your powers. And now my 40s are approaching and I feel like this might be the decade of letting go, flying and seeing what my powers can do!! And I might make a complete ass of myself… but unlike my 20s… I WON’T GIVE A SHIT!!!!! Ha ha!!!!
I highly doubt I will ever shake the ever present question of “Who gave me the Adult Pass? Should I have it? I feel like I’m still 18. I don’t know what the hell I’m doing half the time, and by the way… where are the snacks?” But I don’t think I will ever want to lose that sense of wonder, I’d be so sad if I did. There are SOOOOOOO many places to go.