(The cake from my surprise party on Sunday.)
This is just to say I happily turned 40 today. I am bucking the trend to feel like somehow it's something to despair of. Not this girl! Here's the thing: I'm not going to complain that I get to be alive. I got to wake up this morning. So did you if you're reading this. Do you know how HUGE that is?
And I am not going to start allowing myself to feel bad about aging. I'm not wasting a single moment being manipulated into thinking there's something wrong with me because I don't look like I did when I was 20. Why should I? I don't think like I did when I was 20 either. (Thanks goodness!) It's called evolving as a human being and it's something we do on the outside too. It's what makes us interesting. It's what makes us uniquely beautiful.
As women, we spend our whole lives being told we're too something: too fat, too skinny, too dumb, too smart, too quiet, too loud, to pretty, too ugly, too tall, too short, too happy, too depressed, too lazy, too ambitious, too nice, too bitchy, and on and on, ad naseum.
In my 30's I figured out who I was. In my 40's, I will stop apologising for it.
I'm owning it. I'm stepping fully into myself, confidant that I am enough.
So no old jokes for me, thanks. I'm 40 and I'll wear it proudly.