Is it really??

45 more days.  In 45 more days I will be 40.  Forty.  The big 4-0.  Just cresting that hill they call "over the".  I can't believe it.  I feel it.  I just can't believe it.  Some say 40 is the new 30.  I don't even really know what that means.  I mean, I do, but I panicked at turning 30.  Like hyperventilating panic.  So why would I think it's ok to turn 40?

Actually, I think it's awesome that I'm turning 40.  Sort of.  Ok, not really awesome but....wow, it really sounds like I'm trying to talk myself into being ok with it....somewhat awesome, maybe?  I mean, I don't act 40.  I don't look 40.  At least that's what they tell me.  Sometimes my body feels like it's 80.  My memory is definitely 80.  My vision is somewhere around 65.  So, no, awesome wouldn't be the word. 

I've actually reached an age where the music from my, dare I say generation, is sometimes heard in an elevator, is often called retro and is most definitely on Muzak.  Sadness.  Some fashions from "back in my day" are coming back and so are some of the makeup trends.  Weird.  Unfortunate, because some of those trends weren't that great.  But then again, they were a lot of fun! 

So, I guess I'm excited to see what this new decade will bring but I'm also a little apprehensive.  At 40 you have to start thinking about mammograms and menopause.  Neither sounds like much fun.  I didn't have to think about those things in my 30's!  I also have to think about my eye lids becoming droopy (thanks Moore's!) and my ass sagging.  All in all, 40 doesn't sound so nice.  But, I'm determined I'm going to attack it head on and NOT let it get to me.  Age is just a number after all, right?  The number starts with 4 and ends in 0(h) crap!