Lately, whenever I encounter negativity or nonsense from others, I find myself thinking, “I’m almost 40 — I don’t have time for this, and frankly, I don’t care.”
As my 40th birthday approaches this June, I’ve been dreading it more than I’d like to admit. I even downloaded an app to count down the days until I leave my thirties behind. Those years were significant for me—becoming a mom, nurturing my marriage, advancing my career, managing anxiety, and enjoying beach trips, concerts, and my kids’ sports activities. They’ve been filled with so many memories.
In my younger days, turning 40 seemed like entering an entirely different universe. I thought it was ancient—something I could never imagine myself reaching. But here I am, staring it right in the face.
Surprisingly, the last few weeks have opened my eyes to the idea that hitting 40 might not be as bad as I feared. I’m in fantastic shape (well, compared to my college lacrosse days) and just crushed a 90-minute spin class without breaking a sweat. I’m surrounded by inspiring women in my fitness studio, and my kids are finally old enough to let me sleep in on Saturday mornings. They can manage breakfast and get ready for the day on their own, which is a huge relief. We’re in a good place, and I hope that continues into this new decade.
At this point in my life, I simply refuse to waste time on trivial matters. I’m done with one-sided relationships. If I check in on someone’s life, I expect the same consideration in return. I also won’t tolerate bullying aimed at my kids; I’ll advocate for them fiercely.
I’m bidding farewell to anything that drags me down. If I don’t want to attend an event, I’ll say no without hesitation. If I crave cake and ice cream, I’m indulging. And if I feel like lounging on the couch for a crime documentary binge, I will—no guilt allowed. Maybe I’ll explore some hobbies I’ve always wanted to try, like knitting and crocheting. Isn’t that what “old” people do? Haha. Who knows, I might finally write that children’s book that’s been simmering in my mind. The possibilities are endless.
Will I still blast hip-hop in my car? Absolutely. Will I continue shopping at Urban Outfitters? You bet. Just because I’m turning 40 doesn’t mean I have to trade my style for something more “age-appropriate.” The Kardashians will still be my guilty pleasure, and I’ll still rock my big hoops.
I’m determined to stay strong, maintain a healthy lifestyle (well, mostly), and live my best life as a 40-year-old with Jay-Z and Kanye in the background. If you want to dive deeper into topics around parenting and personal growth, check out this post on home insemination. And for more information on psychological effects and treatments, visit this resource on SSRI medications. For those exploring pregnancy and home insemination, you can find excellent guidance at WebMD.
In summary, turning 40 is not the end; it’s a new beginning where I can prioritize what truly matters and embrace who I am.