In a little over four months, I'm going to be 40. The big Four-Oh. Age is just a number, but I've been noticing… changes that I'm not too thrilled with. One, of course, is the grey hair. Hoo boy I've got more grey than I need. Granted, it did start turning grey in my early 20's – but now it's probably at least 30-40% grey. I've been playing with color for so long, I'm not exactly sure, but the hair at my temples and roots is looking awfully grey. ;)
The other change I'm not so thrilled about…
Also new is the two days of grumpy whinyness where anything that goes wrong is the End Of The World. o_O I'd rarely had PMS before, now (that I've figured out why I'm so teary) it tells me exactly when I'm going to start. It's disconcerting, because I'm not a person that cries easily. Tonight though,
Anyway, I really can't complain – my uterus, though I have no use for it whatsoever, doesn't hate me nearly as much as some *cough*
It's just… weird, this whole aging idea. I remember a day in third grade – there was some lesson or something that mentioned the year 2000, and I remember figuring out that I would be 33 that year. At 9 years old I couldn't conceive of being 20 let alone, 33. Now, I'm having the same problem wrapping my head around the fact that I'm going to be in my 40's. When I started with LiveJournal, my journal name was 30something. I'm surprised, yet pleased, that I'm still “journalling”, as it's something I've never really been able to do consistently. One could argue I'm not all that consistent here, either. :)
And… now I'm just rambling, which means it's time for bed. Oh – one thing (completely unrelated to aging) that amused me today: Our waiter at Outback (on his last day there and hilariously funny) told us that apparently there were a bunch of Outback executives and such from around the world in Austin this week. One from Australia. o_O Yes, apparently they've opened an Outback in Australia. I can't begin to fathom the amount of wrongness in that concept. I was highly amused.
Age is just a number…
However, there are some changes I have not been too pleased about myself. I know I have always been a pretty sensitive person, but more so since creeping up on 40. That whole TMI business – let’s just say, I know what you are talking about and I am irregular. It was not until 2003 that my cycle became somewhat regular. Unfortunately, lately, when it is that time, it is a mess.
I can also relate to the “crying” business. Now, it does not take much to get the waterworks going. Personally, it really pisses me off.
sqlrob is a such a great husband. He knew the right “pick-me-up” for you. :-)
Re: Age is just a number…
Luckily, it’s only a couple of days that I’m seriously out of sorts.
Well, he is a great husband, but I just told him we were going to Outback. ;) I don’t expect him to read my mind, but he always asks me what I need if I’m grumpy or down or something. He’s the best. :)
Aside from the physical aspects (which suck oh so very much), I love being in my forties. I didn’t think I would. I thought it was going to just be awful. I mean … forty … eek! But truly, the last two years I have really been changing as a person, and so far I like those changes. I could do without the flat ass, grey hair and insane female troubles, but I guess you can’t have the good without the horrible. LOL!
And yeah, I was never much of one to cry at just anything, but now I’ll catch myself getting teary eyed sometimes over the silliest of things. Hormones sometimes suck.
You’ll be OK. *pat pat* I hear they give group discounts on plastic surgery, so you and I can go in together & get nipped, tucked, yanked, pulled, and smoothed. Then, we’ll tell everyone we’re 28—-and they’ll believe us!