I was watching Oprah’s past episode about how women handle mid-life crisis. About turning 40 or 50 or 60. While others feel a whole lotta emotion like depression, pressure, identity crisis, others embrace and celebrate it. Which got me thinking, what would be my plan for my fortieth birthday?
Is it not enough that my whole body is starting to feel it? That my wrinkles are showing it? And that my cheekbones are no longer there where they used to? But then this Oprah episode telling us mid-life gals to perform some sort of a ritual to celebrate and not be afraid of of the big number.
So four more years then I’ll be able to write my turning forty story about how I’ve succeeded or lost every battle of my half life. I would probably question how I came to be a mom, a make-up artist, a sinusitis sufferer, a blogger or an alleged adult. I would try to find the point. I would look back over my life. And see the needle in the haystack of memories the very reason that got me where I am.
To celebrate being 40, I would party like a debutant. I never had a party when I turned 18. I just turned 18 and I was very pregnant. I was on my eighth month. Actually I never really had a plan, an ambition. I just wanted a simple life. Nothing melodramatic, just some lovin’, travels, a few margaritas, and a man beside me. I’m not sure why I thought that then. My friends wanted to be lawyers, doctors, flight attendants, dentists, drug pushers. Me, I just wanted a love life. Every spare chance I got, I bought women’s magazines with topics on men and relationships. Then I’d go looking for Mr. Right among the losers scattered around. I felt I should look, find my mate and live my love life. So to speak.
Then everything happened all of a sudden. I got a husband, a son and a perceived love life. No sooner had the dark circles formed under my eyes over those events, then came separation and the unblessed single life. A whole new life. A whole different post.
So when you turn 40 or 50 or 60, what would be your story?
photo: lawrie m
your blog entry made me think. yeah, what shall i do when i turn 40? or what or how am i during that time?
really, that’s a thought.
Hi Girl, nice post natawa naman ako sa one of the jobs suited for you, drug pusher huh. LOL! Me, two years from now I’ll be forty. Honestly, I don’t worry about the number, I still feel am young although I see some white hair na. Two years from now, I’ll still be taking good care of my four kids, managing the business, blogging and if God permits, I’ll be entering rather running for public office.
When I turn 40, I’m going to party! Just like a Dove commercial, I’ll show everyone that 40 is just like any other number. You can still look great in it! (Hopefully, I still look good by then to give justice to what I’ll proclaim, hehehe)
I found you on EC. I am so with you on the turning 40. I have been trying to blog a good bit about this lately. I guess the best thing to do is not think about it. Just live your life each day as if there were no age connected. I know that is easier said than done. I just think so many of us try to change because of age. We just need to let it happen. I do struggle with it.
I love your blog.
Already turned 40. Got trifocals.
Who knows what 50 will bring? And 60? Depends, I guess.
When I’m 40 (and it’s only 2 years away), my son will only be 5 and I’ll hopefully have another child. I don’t think I’ll feel any different from now :).
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hi sis!
don’t be sad. age is just a number and i’ll turn 40 almost the same time as you…di ba MARCH tayo pareho???
cheer up and be glad that you’ve seen what life has and will offer.
hugs,
ria
going to be 42 in nov…40 was not a big deal. i had dreams of becoming anything but what i am now. but you know, we make our own choices. no one puts us in a place that we are except ourselves. my youngest child will be graduating high school when i’m 50. yikes! LOL