Turning 40 by Elizabeth
Posted on : 02-11-2011 | By : admin | In : Aging, Getting Better with Time, Never Too Late
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Via Yo Mama: No one eats the first half of an Oreo, looks down and sees the creamy middle, and thinks, Screw this—it’s old. I’m gonna throw it out and go watch me some MacGyver. No one reads the first half of a book and abandons it, not for lack of time or interest in the plot or characters, but simply because the middle is already old news. No one, anywhere, decides that the middle is an inch or two shy of the end. Unless they’re discussing age.
If you read in a book or a story that a character is middle-aged, don’t you just see the slump in his shoulders, the frown on her face? The baggy clothes and general air of despair at the middleness of it all? No one wants to admit to being middle-aged, and I don’t blame us—the way our culture sees it, you might as well be saying you’re old. And the way we see “old” in our culture? Don’t even get me started. Because I’m not gonna want to be old when I’m old. Oh, I’m not planning to wear short shorts at eighty. But I refuse to have slumpy shoulders and baggy clothes and an air of despair, even when I’m old. I’m sure as hell not going to have those things today.
Today, you see, this subject matters to me quite a bit. Because today I am turning forty. Not twenty-nine for the eleventh year in a row, but really and truly, right in the thick of the plot, staring at the middle of the Oreo forty.


Via
Less than 4 weeks away for me and I have an almost zen-like calm. I felt 30 when I was 20 and 20 when I was 15 . . . now at 40 I mostly feel age appropriate. There is a twinge of vanity when someone takes me for 32 and not 39, but perhaps that never goes away.


