I actually feel a bit of relief at hitting age 40. I think part of it is that I feel like I am finally starting to not care as much what others think of me. I’m over feeling inadequate and responsible if someone doesn’t like me or gets mad at me.
Also, I must admit that growing older appeals to me somewhat because I feel younger women are hypersexualized so much in our society and I was always uncomfortable with that.
The only major drawback I see is your physical body breaking down more and more with age. That kind of sucks, especially when you already have a bunch of health issues.
Yesterday was my 36th birthday! I had a great day! My mother and her new husband, Bruce, took me and my husband out to eat at Perkins where I had some delicious spiced pear and cranberry waffles, then we went back to my house and visited for a while. Those of you who follow my blog regularly probably know I have a rocky relationship with my mother at times, but yesterday was actually really nice.
My mom also gave me some gifts, including cash and all this stuff:
The llama dances to the tune of “Pocket Full of Sunshine” and is so adorable!!!
After my mom and Bruce left, my husband gave me his gifts for me:
The t-shirt is awesome since I adore black cats and that lyric is from one of my all-time favorite songs (by Simon & Garfunkel). The black skeleton candle and Hello Kitty card are big favorites too!
A good friend of mine also sent me a little care package which was extremely sweet:
I’m looking forward to reading that book since the movie looks pretty cool too. And you can never go wrong with ponies and cats!
Overall, I had a great day! Thank you to everyone who helped make it special!