40 – A bottle containing 40 fluid ounces of malt liquor beer. The beer is of low quality and fairly cheap to buy ~ Urban Dictionary
This past Monday, I turned 40. But luckily I’m not of “low quality and fairly cheap to buy.” But pass me an Olde English and pour out a little liquor for 39; she’s gone.
In all seriousness, I had a great time, received wonderful gifts, and was happy to see another year. “Life begins at 40,” or “40 and fabulous” started to roll in quickly and I appreciated them all. But I do think I was already fabulous #adjustingcrown.
I did notice my temperament— with some things— immediately changed. It was a reawakening of “you got this and don’t forget it.” Five days in and several thoughts have come to mind with 4-0:
Who cares what others think
I have never really been one to care what others think (besides my husband and perhaps 2.5 others) But now, I REALLY don’t. Think what you want. Those are your thoughts anyway.
Call it like you see it
I used to tread lightly in certain areas and with certain people. Deuces to that. Whether it’s good or bad, be ready for nice, nasty, or nice-nasty. You pick which one. We’ll still be friends. . . maybe.
“Ain’t nobody got time for that”
With three kids, work, life, and my new age, I really don’t have time for games or play-play. It’s straight up about business, at least sometimes. I still love you though.
Step off and away from . . .
The scale! I had grandeur plans to lose 50 lbs for my 40th. Guess what? That didn’t quite happen. But, I feel great and have learned to accept me for who I am: lips, hips, and a bag of chips. Whaa?
Root for yourself
Ups and downs in my 39 years has taught me to go for the win for you. Being selfish is not always being selfless. Remember that moms and dads.
Do what you want
And in the process be unapologetic. We get caught up in what we should do as opposed to what we really want to do. Have a plan and do you boo!
And finally, remain thankful. Never let the things you want make you forget about the things you have.
Because the sun always comes out after the rain . . .