Happy Birthday to Me - blurgh |
I turned 40
four months ago. I hated it. Yes, my husband posted pictures of me dancing
in a happy birthday hat in a Mexican restaurant, but inside, I was
miserable. To make matters worse, I was
practicing being 40 for about six months before I actually turned 40. When the subject of age would come up, I’d
say, “I’m almost 40 and…” Unfortunately,
I’ve trained myself to always say that, so now I say, “I’m almost 40… crap, I
am 40.”
However,
over the past several months, I’ve been getting used to my new decade of
life. Then I got one of those stupid “When
I was your age…” e-mails today. You know
the ones. The adults tell kids how easy
they have it. “We didn’t have call waiting;
we got a busy signal… blah blah blah.”
Really all it does is remind you that you’re an old fart.