In 40 Days

In just under 40 days I’ll be 40 years old. This is awesome for many reasons, but rallying for number one is the sucktacular turned spectacular turned¬† sucktacularer and then, the take-my-breath-away-supercalifragilestically-spectacular of my 30’s. I assure you, while I have come out on the brightest side, I have zero intention on ever partaking in that kind of emotional roller coaster ever again. Nor, for the sake of readership, will I ever string those same words together to describe a life event.¬†

OOTD: Tunic-Free People
Sexy Boyfriend shorts-Gap
Sandals-Sperry Topsider

So what is the big deal about turning 40? Well, see…I don’t have one, but the best part, is I don’t need one. I have reached the age–well…almost– of zero fucks! (F)our-zero! See what I did there?

At some point in one’s life–preferably before the need for prescription drugs–we must all accept the, ever trite, “things we cannot change”. And, something about imbibing enough liquid courage to, “change the things we can.” That, my friends is what these here 40s are all about.

I don’t have a list of things I must accomplish, because I would aim way too high and fall short, and self-flagellate. This is not only ugly, but honestly after 39.94 years of practice, rather boring.

I’m not going to pose nude for Vanity Fair exposing the battle scars of childbirth, fine lager and “bad” carbs. Actually, I’ve already posed, in my skivvies for a far better publication. (Details forthcoming)

Also, I will no longer refer to anything that tastes like a doughnut, bialy, bagel, baguette–hell, any bread-like goodness as, “bad”. Please forgive me, my previous trespasses.

There will be no sex tape. I’ll give you a moment to gather yourself.

You good? Very well, then.

There will be no hullabaloo. However, over the course of the next 40 days, or more–I reserve the right to be flaky (Thank you, Lavonne Ellis)–I will take the time to reflect– at length, or not– on how far I’ve come. In that reflection, there will be celebration, and libations, because that’s the way to bring in a new year. So…uh, yeah, in case you weren’t paying attention, I am quite fond of libations.

For posterity, (and, the kick in the ass I need to return to blogging like a rock star) I will share these small celebrations; one just never knows when they’ll need reminding of their innate awesome. So, let us commence, shall we?

Peace and love

Comments

  1. Great post – and great photo! I can’t wait to hear about all of your celebrations!