Good grief. Am I really turning 43 in approximately 72 hours? Yes. Yes I am. I said to my chiropractor on Monday, "In my head, I am 18, and there should be nothing my body can't do at 43 that it couldn't do at 18." He laughed, but his response was appropriate. He agreed with me, following up with, "That is a wonderful attitude to have, but in your 40s you just have to approach things a little differently, not go full steam ahead." Balderdash.
- I am probably in better shape physically now than I was in my 20s and 30s
- I haven't yet lost control over my bladder, yet I'm looking forward to the day Poseidon will have to change my diaper for me (ok, not really)
- I'm smart (and a bit of a smart ass), and still learning everyday
- I can still tie my shoes without assistance (though slip-ons are much easier, I'm willing to admit that)
- Happy to not be making a fool out of myself like I see women in their 20s doing
- Still enjoy watching cartoons (I continue to have a my Gen X crush on Johnny Quest)
- I've managed to not kill anyone--accidentally or for sport...yet
- Poseidon and I can regularly be found at local concerts...even on "work nights." It isn't pretty the next morning, but at least we aren't dead
- My wardrobe contains some funky stuff that doesn't really look like a 40-something would own (example...I have and often wear the cool sneaks pictured below)
- I do need reading glasses now, but, I have the coolest, funkiest cat-eye reading glasses on the block!
- The best thing about turning 43? My childhood complexes and anxieties are now well-aged.
All-in-all, 43 is a nice number to be. I'm trying to take life less seriously...after all, it isn't permanent.
