Today is my 40th birthday.
And I’m finally comfortable in my skin.
Mind you, I’ve been told my skin looks like that of a youngish-30 year old – that makes my happy. A lifestyle of alternative health, whole foods and no nasties has paid off…
My mind, I’m sure, depending on the situation, ranges in age from 18 to 70. Some days I want to break out and live the carefree life of a young ‘un. Then I find myself dispensing my learn-ed words of wisdom…
My body lets me know that I have the degenerative spine of a 60 year old. Which makes me dispense more words of wisdom about how to lift heavy items properly, and for Pete’s sake, take care of your back.
But I have the ambitions of a 40 year old.
I’ve held down enough jobs in my lifetime to know that what I want to do is what I want to do.
And my want-to-do involves a creative lifestyle.
I no longer care about the riches and the fame. Sure, if riches and fame happen along I will embrace them, thank them and enjoy them.
But what I really care about is the happiness of mind, body and spirit.
It’s taken me until (almost) 40 to realise this. (Almost) 40 and a whole (small) world of experiences… but at the end of the day the Big 4-0 is just a number.
I will leave you with some sage words from the Glam Mother…
“Age has nothing to do with it. You’re grown when you OWN who YOU are. Be confident in yourself as a woman and make no apologies!”