Saturday, August 9, 2014

Musings on Being 40



I turned 40 this year.  It was a massively annoying milestone.  I did not want this number to enter into my life yet.  It just seems so…final.  I’m officially middle aged and I hate the way that sounds.  Middle aged.   It just sounds so…old.   
I’ve spent the last several months mulling over this number and its implications.  Here are ten things I’ve realized about turning 40.

1.       I’m strangely more comfortable in my own skin.  It’s difficult to wrap my head around this because, let’s be honest, I’m not the hot young thing I was in my 20s. Gravity is beginning to be less than kind and I’m starting to notice more fine lines and wrinkles than ever before (in fact, there’s this one deep wrinkle on my forehead above my right eyebrow that taunts me every single morning. Where the hell did it come from?)  And frankly, if I didn’t color my hair, I would be half gray by now. But I can say unequivocally that I am less insecure with the way I look now than I was when I was younger.  I don’t know how or why this happens…why we can’t truly enjoy our bodies and the way we look when we are younger but for whatever reason, regardless of the lack of perfection and the ever encroaching results of gravity, I’m comfortable in my own skin in a way that I’ve never been before.  Go figure.
2.       Having said the above, I do notice the fine lines and wrinkles, the shifting of gravity, the gray hairs.  I also notice that I get heartburn more than I used to which makes me both constantly adjust my diet and keep Zantac in my purse at all times (and I religiously try not to eat after 6 or 7 at night).  You also start noticing hair growing in places it never grew before (hair removal products and tweezers will always be near at hand going forward in my life).  Anyway, maintenance has become a way of life.  Other female friends my age have said they’ve noticed the same things.  These are things that women don’t necessarily get warned about growing up. If you’re in your 20s reading this, buy stock in waxing products and make sure you own a great paid of tweezers.  No joke.
3.       I know who and what I am and what I want.  I know what I like and don’t like.  There has never been a time in my life that I’ve been able to be so sure of who I am.  Because of this certainty, I will never settle for people who cannot accept me exactly as I am.  Whether it be family, friends or romantic relationships, the most important thing for me is to be accepted and LIKED exactly as I am.  I have no interest in changing anyone and no interest in being changed.  I know who I am and I am fine the way I am.  Okay….I’m still neurotic.  But that’s fine.
4.       I’ve lost a good chunk of my ego and have gained humility.  I don’t know a better way to explain this except to say that by the time you’re 40, you have more than likely experienced great loss or major trauma.  You may have lost a marriage, a home, a job….maybe friends, family members, a pet or even your faith.  And if you haven’t experienced any of these by the age of 40, then you’ve watched people you care about experience them.  Pain and loss of any kind are humbling.  In the wake of bad things, your ego is stripped away and you are left with an appreciation for the simple grace found in between the moments of chaos.  You find yourself enjoying the small things a lot more because you realize that in the blink of an eye, you can be swept into long periods of pain and difficulty where those simple moments of grace are rare.  Losing ego allows you to laugh a little easier.  It grants you the ability to accept the mistakes you’ve made and take responsibility for them.  It teaches you to take things less personally far more often and to compartmentalize your feelings in way that serves you better. 
5.       The things I worry about today are more serious than what they used to be.  Financial issues take up a lot of my worries but I also think about my mortality more than I used to.  In the last ten years, I’ve watched old friends bury their parents.  Former classmates have passed away.  Various friends and acquaintances I know have battled serious illness (some have won their battles and others haven’t).  I no longer worry about how I am perceived or judged by others.  I no longer worry about if I am “cool” or not (I’m not and never have been).  What I worry about today is tangible and important.  What I haven’t learned is how not to worry….
6.       Having strong friendships is more important to me now.  I understand that I need connection with people I care about and trust.  I need their honesty and their sense of humor and emotional support. My friends and I are completely inappropriate.  We have conversations about things that in mixed company would be embarrassing for most people….but in our own mixed company, it works.  I’m lucky to say that I have a closer network of friends at 40 than at any other time in my life. I learned the hard way that relationships come and go but good friendships last and are worth their weight in gold. 
7.       There are things that annoy me now more than they used to.  An example.  I was walking into a grocery store the other day and walking in front of me was a young woman with shorts so short that her ass cheeks were hanging out.  All I could think was, “for Pete’s sake, cover yourself up.” There was a time I probably wouldn’t have noticed this or if I had noticed, it wouldn’t have bothered me.  But now all I can think is that I have no desire to see someone’s ass cheeks at the grocery store.  Another example.  I don’t like modern art.  It’s just pretentious and annoying.  I can’t stand going through a modern art exhibit because the entire time I’m thinking that what I’m looking at isn’t art. Modern art puts me in a bad mood.  Yes, I know.  Pretty soon, I’ll be standing outside my house, shaking my cane and screaming, “Get off my lawn!”
8.       Sleep is SO important.  I can’t stress how important it is.  There’s a lot I’m willing to turn down if it’s in competition with a good night’s sleep.  A good time to me is putting clean sheets on the bed and going to sleep before 10 o’clock (see also my previous FB status).  I love a good night’s sleep the way I love a good glass of wine or a great dessert.  Sleep is the new black.
9.       I’m strong .  I’ve been through some serious crap and I’m still standing.  I know that no matter how bad things get, I’ll survive.  I may not know how I’ll survive and I may be pissed off about having to go through more crap, but I’ll survive.  And God help the person who tries to get in the way of that.
10.   My tastes have changed more in the last few years than they ever have before.  I drink coffee now (I used to hate coffee).  I enjoy Indian food these days.  I’ve discovered a love of Turkish and Moroccan decor (it’s the lush, decadent colors and fabrics I love).  I’m shamelessly addicted to Pinterest.  I like wearing my hair longer now (I used to keep it shorter).  There are so many things I appreciate more now than in the past.

So, this is 40.  For better or for worse, here’s to being over the hill…. (this is a bad blog ending but I got tired of writing....lol)

Sunday, July 13, 2014

Remembering

During my married years, I had a best friend.  We talked frequently, hung out together and she and her husband were the couple my ex and I spent time with.  My ex was her daughter's godfather.  For nearly 13 years, she was a daily part of my life and we talked about everything.  I was there for her through two very difficult pregnancies, her own marital issues, in-law issues and at least the first half of her battle with thyroid cancer.  But then my divorce happened....

I can't quite explain what happened except to say I very much needed a support system during a very, very painful time and she didn't have much support to give (or seemingly much desire to be emotionally supportive).  And my response to what I deemed to be a fairly callous conversation one dark, stormy, very lonely night was to walk away and not look back.  I very much believe Maya Angelou's quote, "when people show you who they are, believe them."  Throughout our friendship, I hadn't had a lot of dire problems, but she had.  I felt that I'd been there for her many, many times over the years and had expected some semblance of the same support during my most difficult time.  And when it was made clear that that wouldn't happen, out of self-preservation, I cut my losses and walked away. 

Technically, she had been my ex's friend first.  I met her through him.  And I had always known that if the marriage went south, then the friendship would probably head that direction, too.  In retrospect, I also recognize that she wasn't terribly surprised by the divorce either.  When I called her to tell her, she showed no surprise whatsoever.  So I assume she knew it was coming before I did.  That's neither here nor there, though.

The point of this is that from time to time, I miss her.  A lot. From time to time, I look her up on Facebook to see how's she doing.  It's now been years since we've spoken and there's so much water under the bridge that going back isn't possible.  But that doesn't keep me from wondering how she and her family are doing.  And it doesn't keep me from questioning if walking away was the right thing to do.  At the time, I was in so much pain that I just didn't have it in me to try to manage the turbulence that occurred.  I wasn't focused enough or emotionally present enough to find a better solution.  Having said this, however, if the same situation presented itself today, I'm not sure my choice would be that different. 

As much as I miss her, I'm not sure we could have remained friends regardless of what happened.  Truth be told, I'm not who I was all those years ago when we were friends.  I doubt she'd like me very much now.  I'm someone else today - completely different from who I once was. I'm not even sure she'd recognize me if she saw me.  And the fact that she's still married with kids living a settled life and I'm single and still struggling to find myself puts the distance between us even further. 

Anyway, we had a fun friendship for a really long time and there are days when I really miss her and our friendship.  Today was one of those days. 

I hope she's doing well.  I hope her kids are thriving and doing well. And hopefully she feels the same about me.

I think I'll always miss the friendship, though.