Yes indeed, Rosie’s 40th can and went 6 months ago without much fanfare.
I tell myself its no big deal, just a number, all in all technically you are just another day older, 39 today 40 tomorrow. I have half of my life left to look forward to. That’s another 40 years (hopefully) of adult life where I call the shots and make all the decisions about me, after all, during my first 20ish years I had parents telling me what to do so, now I am, officially a big girl. Bring it on I say I am looking forward to many more adventures with the love of my life The Operator by my side.
Six months on however, Rosie really does feel 40….what is with the internal body switch that has suddenly turned on and gone into countdown mode. My bones are creaking, I need a nap in the afternoon, my back is sore and I have started using eye cream for no other reason than ‘because ladies my age should’. It was terrifying to discover the big wiry man hair growing on my upper lip, my hands are like crocodile skin and I am sure my hair is thinning.
Suspiciously people have begun asking of late, ‘why, how old are you?’ when I tell then ’40’ they kind of take a step back (recoiling in horror that I am so ancient?) and say, ‘nooooo, you don’t look it’, (shock, horror) Rosie narrows her eyes, they have to say that don’t they….
….anyway I am aloud to squint, my expensive eye cream will sort out any premature wrinkling I may develop. Suck it up Rosie, good times ahead for you old girl.
