This is 41.
Woot. What a year! For 40, I celebrated in downtown Chicago and in the suburbs with my husby and pups wearing a crown, a tutu, and drinking Dom Perignon. Not much has changed but also everything has changed.
Ailment checklist at 41 -
Caught my nose ring on a towel drying off this week, currently hurts like hell and is a tiny bit ripped
Burnt my hand on the oven cooking a well deserved cheesy pizza on a night I didn’t want to cook
Have a zit on my face in regards to impending menstrual cycle
Have a pile of clean clothes to put away
Sat in the hot tub this morning that needed more water
My shampoo bar is getting real skinny so it wasn’t a very sudsy wash
My underarm hair is so long that it gets wet when I sweat, I don’t love this sensation
Our closets still don’t have doors
Have unexplained bruising on my legs
My cream cheese on my morning breakfast sandwich smelled and tasted “fleshy”
But you know what? Life is beautiful and amazing, all of these things happen for me, not to me. I have an incredible life and wouldn’t change it for anything - 41 is where it’s at, for now, until I turn 42.
Do whatever the fuck you want to do, you only get one shot. Forget all of the “life is too short” - live your life the way you want to because you’re in charge. Don’t every let anyone or anything dictate the way you live. I am damn grateful for all of the items above.
You can. Let’s go.
