Today I turned
forty……………………………………………………………………………………………………….three
There, I have said it, no fibbing no deflations.
When I woke up this morning I remembered something
from a time, a time long-long ago when I was sixteen. I had overheard a radio
talk show on beauty care for women over forty. The expert among other things stressed
the fact that women over forty should take care of their health in general and
have facials every 6 months.
Like only a sixteen year old could think, I thought…
Forty, huh… so that’s when women get old, wear muted colours, take supplements
and have facials every six months. And with the smugness that comes with being
a teenager and that too a sweet sixteen-er I thought to myself…. Yeah, it will be
a hundred years before I get there.
Well guess what, the hundred years are up. Technically
they were up three years ago but who cares about such trivial things as three
years in the grand scheme of forty. But I am told old forty is the new twenty, I
don’t wear muted colours (and if I do it is by choice) as a matter of fact red
is my favourite, I don’t take supplements (yet), and I most definitely don’t
have facials every six months (may be once in two years and not by choice).
I would like to say to that cocky little sixteen year
old…..While you have youth on your side, I have wisdom (hmm… at least I hope
that’s what it’s called and even if not please don’t tell the sixteen year old
that). And while I thought that whenever I would reminisce about being sixteen
or ‘young’ I would ruefully say…. ‘Those were the days’, I don’t feel that way,
I feel ‘These are the days’. I am bloody happy to be where I am and tell her it
only takes twenty four years to get here not hundred…
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Flowers from husband :)
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