They say 40 is the new 30.
Having never been much of a conformist, I’ve decided this doesn’t work for me. Since I have every intention of living to the ripe old age of at least 90, I’m going to live under the “45 is the new 40” banner, in which case I’ll deal with “40 being the new 30” at that time.
Confused? Here, this might help…
Anyway, until such time as I do reach 45, I will be celebrating my 39th birthday in perpetuity. Please chose all cards accordingly.
Of course, I kid. In actuality, I could care less that I’ll be 40 this year. I don’t feel 40. I’ve been told I don’t look 40, (although this is usually from younger people who have no concept of time or age, but I’ll take the compliment, and run with it all the way to the botox clinic). Nor do I act 40, much to my son’s dismay. Hey, he’s 18, he should be used to it by now! Continue reading