Hey there! Did you miss me? This is where you lie and say “yes”, please. 🙂 And where I apologize for my absence. It was unplanned, but my blogging mojo disappeared on me, and I didn’t feel like forcing myself to write for the sake of posting. But I’m back now, with plenty of things to say, although today — it’s all about the funnies.
I turned 41 last month. Some days it astonishes me that I am in my 40s. That’s right — my 40s. How the heck did this happen? And other times, I feel 40+, which can be good and bad. I try to focus on the good as much as possible. And laughter certainly helps.
How It Feels to Be 41
It feels good when you can laugh and remember why you’re laughing.
Dude. Yes. To be fair, though, I always remember how old I am, but often forget what I’m supposed to be doing. You know, where you go into a room and can’t remember why. And stand around all confused. Yup, that’s me. I used to remember things without writing them down. Now my desk is littered with little post-it notes, which I keep misplacing. Sigh.
Ummmm … yeah. It’s not that I’m anti-social but sometimes … when I contemplate all the effort it takes to go out — showering, doing my hair, make-up, putting on something nice and so on — and then compare that to sitting on my sofa watching Murder She Wrote reruns … I don’t shed any tears if plans get cancelled.
Can I get an amen? It’s not that being an adult is awful — far from it — but it’s not exactly what I expected either. I thought it meant staying up late, eating whatever I wanted and no more “no’s”. I did (do) all those things and paid the price. Circles under my eyes. Poochy belly. Lots of crap I didn’t need. So not the glamorous life I imagined. 🙂 The good thing is you do figure it out (eventually) and outgrow it (sort of).
I deeply fear some day this may happen to me and I won’t be able to say “no”.
And yes, I would treat them like Gods.
No, I’m not ashamed. #CrazyCatLady 🙂
How do you celebrate turning another year older?