Since I've Turned FortySince I’ve turned forty.
Lots of things have happened since I’ve turned forty.
I have learned to accept that I am physically not perfect and that no one really is. Okay, so things have headed south but my smile hasn’t. No longer do I judge a book by it’s cover and what an enlightenment that has been.
With a little bit of effort I have lost a couple of stone in weight and now try to participate in some exercise each week, which unfortunately has also meant that I have discovered that I have arthritis in various places that I didn’t even know existed.
Both of my two children have pretty much left home and I have encountered and survived ‘empty nest syndrome’.
In a moment of madness I have been sky diving in a wind tunnel…not a great look in a jumpsuit, when you are a short arse with a big bum but hey, I did it! Two years running I have set myself a challenge of climbing one of those rock walls. The first year I got three quarters of the way up it, the second year right to the top and then three quarters of the way up the harder wall.
On my fortieth birthday it suddenly became apparent that people did like me.. Sad, I know, but I just didn’t know until then. Everyone was so very kind and generous, one of my happiest times.
Making new friends in the last five years has helped me to accept me for being me, I will always be grateful to them for helping through the days when I ‘blip’. In the last five years I have been strong enough to have a ‘clear out’ of all my ‘so called friends’ and I chose very carefully who I was to spend my next five years with.
Then there was the nudist camp…. giggles.. then giggles more.
I have grown my hair long. I went from blonde to brunette, something that I do prefer but am now struggling to maintain. Yes, in the last two years, I have grown white hair too….. and lots of it. Clever aren’t I?
My culinary skills have always been a bit of a joke but I have been a bit more adventurous in the kitchen. The family really appreciated not having to chew on charcoal at dinnertime for a change. I’ve even watched a few cookery programs….just so as I know what cooking to avoid of course.
In the last five years I have become ME again and not just so-and-so’s mum. I finally have my identity back.
Welcome to me ;o)