Turning 40 and Other Horror Stories...

Well, it happened. I had my 40th birthday. I am over the hill. I'm 40 and fab now...right? Plus, I hear 40 is the new 30. Or is it the new 20?? Why can't 40 just be the new 40? And why is it good for women to NOT look their age? Yet, men look better as they age---sexy and gray, like Clooney. I know, I know--this subject has been exhausted to no end. Many an article, blog, story, maybe even books, have been written about the unfairness of the aging status for women vs that of men. And, I'm not trying to come up with some new reason nor am I bitter and thinking of embarking on some proud-to-be-and-look-my-age campaign. I was just here eating a brownie late at night, and having conversations in my head so I decided to write them down here on my blog instead. What the heck, since I started this, I might as well delve into it, no?
The thing is, I have no issue with my age or aging. I love having birthdays! I love that another year has passed and I have lived, and breathed, and loved it all out. I don't even dye my hair, there are grays galore atop my head and I don't care. Okay, I take that back---I don't care that I am going gray, BUT I do despise those crinkly grays. You know, the ones that spring up as if to say, "Hey, look! Look here! Old lady en route!" My husband is six years younger than me, and my baby boy will turn eighteen in 232 days, 5586 hours and 335,166 minutes and 20,110,000 seconds. But hey, they say age is just a number. Well, I always wondered...if age is just a number, then why do some numbers matter more than others. I get the big deal over turning 18 because with that comes a certain freedom of sorts, and more rights and privileges and responsibilities. I get the hoopla because you are legally allowed to drink, but what about the rest? Why 30,40, 50..? Why not 27, 37, 47? Or, 23, 36, and 48?
I have no more words of wisdom regarding this age thing. And, I really had no horror story to tell.  I said what I said and am now wrapping it up because I'm about to finish my brownie, and I don't want to have to eat another...two.

 Look closely at my hair right above my phone...see the crinkly grays???

 Just for funsies, this is me on my 40th birthday--spent at the beach. My favorite place to be...