It's like an alarm in my brain.
I keep telling myself I am going to have to come to terms with the fact I am turning forty this year. Hopefully before the first race in April when they put a HUGE 40 on my calf in permanent marker.
Last night though I was at the Houston Rodeo with my two besties, P$ and Sarge. We were all grooving along to some Sugarland. (Sarge was grooving and popping Benadryl as apparently she is allergic to cows....finally ONE thing I am not allergic too and I can ridicule someone!)
We were all enjoying ourselves when we looked over and saw twenty-something guy with a red foam cowboy hat on getting down. P$ dared me to go over and there and get down with him. I knew she wasn't serious because she didn't DOUBLE DOG DARE me. I considered it, but then realized he would think I was old. I asked P$ how many times a day she realizes she is no longer 20. She said, "Everytime I look in the mirror and wonder who that is."
It was funny and we laughed and talked about chin hairs and wrinkles and so forth.
There is NOTHING to come to terms with.
I wouldn't want to be twenty again for anything. I do not want to repeat that part of my life. I enjoyed it at the time, but I love where I am now.
I have a wonderful husband who takes care of me. We have a lot of fun together. I love being married to him.
We have five healthy and happy children. AND I am done. I don't have to think about being pregnant, or paying for another's sitter fees. I occasionally long for a newborn, but really I am relieved and ready to train, vacation and work uniterrupted by childbirth.
My family is strange, but awesome. I don't always understand my brothers, but we get along. The tension of our twenties is over. Maybe it is because we are old and have forgotten what we used to squabble about. Maybe it is because they have finally bent to my will in many areas.................
My parents are the sweetest. They enjoy thier grandkids and we have a great time together.
My friends know the real me. How important is that? It is exhausting to figure out who you are....which I did a lot of in my twenties. I can hang with my friends and they know I am going to be too loud, I am going to do a bad running man when asked, and I am going to eat too much. Although I always enjoy meeting new poeple I am not in a "find friends" mode. If our schedules get busy and we got a month or so without seeing each other - we drop right back in where we left off. No problem. (We can even have a friendly disagreement over Scotty McCreery on American Idol.)
So I have nothing against twenty years olds, but for me...there honestly isn't anything to come to terms with about turning forty. I have some gray hairs and I have some wrinkles. I wouldn't trade one laugh line to be younger. I have spent good times (out in the sun) with great people.
Now.....If I could get rid of that chin hair permanently I would be all for it!
How old are you and what is your "best" age so far? I would like to know what makes it "the best".