I finally feel officially 'middle aged.'
I care about my lipid profile and know that a statin is something I want to avoid having to take. And I actually have conversations, lively ones, about things like cholesterol, triglycerides, LDLs, and other things that I don't exactly know why I should be concerned about them, but I am.
I'm not ready to stop coloring my hair.
I notice that it takes more effort to look "polished" than it used to.
I have had conversations recently with physicians about permanent birth control who have all said, "Yeah, you really don't want to have a baby at your age..."
I remember thinking that I would have a freshman and a senior in high school at the same time, but just recently went to the next step and realized that I will also have a freshman and senior, hopefully, in college very shortly thereafter...
I don't like to drive at night. I wear trifocals. A bottle of beer gives me a buzz.
I order coffee with lunch.
I have a sense of confidence that comes only with twenty-odd years of life and work experience.
I have friends who are celebrating 25 years of marriage. Friends with grandchildren. And they are in love with life all over again.
I care less about what people think of me, and more about what they think about their own lives.
I can get really angry with God, and know that she's okay with that.
I know that every single day is a gift, not something to "get through."
And I know that life isn't about being happy, it is about living.
2 comments:
Well said, Laura! Love it! This one will be bookmarked for whenever I'm having one of those days and need a reminder that I am HUGELY grateful to be enjoying the many benefits of reaching my 40s!
Thanks, Snicketyone... headed to your neck of the woods today.
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