So with the dawning of 2017 brings with it something I have been dreading since, well, since I can remember….
I turn 40
I can’t even begin to tell you how this makes me feel…scared, worried, sick and bloody old to name just a few.
When I was a teenager, 40 seemed really old….like, parent old. It didn’t even register with me that, one day, I would turn 40.
Now, here I am staring at it in the face and quite frankly, I don’t like it…I don’t like it one bit.
I know, I know it’s just a number…life begins then, apparently! But to me it signals middle age, wrinkles, grey hair (already found some) stiff joints, saggy boobs, the inability to remember stuff…what was I saying again…oh yeah, saggy boobs and lack of libido.
To be honest my boobs started sagging years ago and I already have a clicky jaw and gammy hip (form a queue guys 😉) So I’m just listing them for the sake of it…
People think I look younger than I am, so maybe I should just roll with it…not correct them when they guess, or just flat out lie about it.
This is a huge year for me, what with the move to Scotland, divorce looming and turning 40, oh and my chuffing son turns 18 in April, so that makes me feel just awesome! Maybe the age thing isn’t as significant as I think…All the changes that are happening are the important issues. Everything that is happening is hopefully going to make my life better, make me happier, so who cares that I’m gonna be 40…maybe, I’ll just get myself a toyboy and make up for lost time….