Hey, have you heard? I'm turning 40 in a couple of months.
What, you didn't know'? How is that possible? In the past six months I've told everyone I've met who stopped long enough to listen that "I'M GOING TO BE FORTY THIS YEAR."
The universal, good manners response of, "You're kidding! You look so young, you couldn't be 40!" is awesome. Except that I graciously thank people, and then blurt, "IT'S NOT A BIG DEAL. YOU KNOW. WHATEVER."
Obviously I'm lying. Otherwise, why can't I stop talking about it?
Maybe it's because I can't believe it's here already. On the one hand, I feel like I've finally got enough experience to deal with life. On the other hand, sometimes I feel like I'm still in junior high.
Either way, I definitely don't feel grown up enough to be Big Anything-OH. I mean, if I was really "that old" wouldn't I have my shit together by now?
That said, in the past year my inner monologue has shifted from, "ZOMG, I really gotta figure this out, no seriously, soon!" to "Hey ... I'm actually getting away with this!"
It reminds me of hitting the top of a really big hill on a roller coast, and realizing, wow, this ride is about to get fast, and crazy, and maybe a little bit scary. But So Much Fun!
By telling everyone how old I am, maybe I'm practicing taking my hands off the safety bar, waving them in the air, and getting ready to yell "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" as I ride down the hill.
Or maybe I'm just a terminal oversharer (our motto: when in doubt, tell everyone) which conveniently also explains this new endeavor with Stefania. One thing is for sure, if you come back, you'll read more about it.
- Cat/Bad Kitty
P.S. - La Mer is great, but I'd also like to extend an offer to Guerlain to be the exclusive 40 Whatever anti-aging sponsor. That Orchidee Imperiale stuff is the bomb!