More "I'm 40" Drama - The Poop Test

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Well. I really don't know where to begin. I guess I should start with a warning. If you're reading this post over breakfast or during your lunch hour, you may want to return at a later time. That's because we're going to be talking about some stinky, unpleasant business.

I'll just put it out there: I have to take a poop test. Why? Because apparently that's what they make you do when you turn 40. 

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The Last Day of My 30's

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So this is it. The last day of my 30's. I'm managing my grief. I really don't mind turning 40 although I am NOT happy about being categorized as a "master" (age 40-55) runner. There's still bounce in my step. See? See???

In honor of the changing of the decade, I thought perhaps a quick ode to the 30's and a preview of what I'm looking forward to about being in my 40's. 

What I'll Miss About Being In My 30's:

  • A fast metabolism
  • Feeling there's still plenty of time to figure out what I want to do with my life
  • The possibility that (if I weren't married) I could still date someone in their late 20's and it wouldn't be completely icky
  • Being able to giggle and still sound girlish instead of mentally  imbalanced
  • Being able to tell people that I'm in my 30's

 What I'm Looking Forward To In My 40's: 

  • Losing the desire to please others
  • Increased self-confidence
  • Best health of my life
  • Living more in the moment versus trying to plan for every contingency
  • Continuing  to consciously surround myself with people that motivate and inspire me 
  • Winning the battle of the grays. (Be warned gray hairs on top of my head: I have cash flow, access to a salon, and an abundance of hair dye that I'm not afraid to use)

Tomorrow has the potential to be brutal. I received a package in the mail today from my dad from a store called "Over The Hill" and my sister called to say she can't wait to call me tomorrow and rub it in. (I miss the days when being the older sibling conferred all the advantages on me.) 

Anyway, 30's were grand, 40's will be even better. Forty and fabulous? You betcha!

Just How Old Do You Think I Am?

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So I'm in the hair salon today and the very young, very cute 23-year-old girl is blow-drying my hair. Tik Tok by Kesha came on and we both started singing the words. 

"Oh my gosh, you know this song?" asked blow-dry girl. 

"I love this song," I said.

"Oh my gosh! I like never would have guessed that." 

What's up with that? Do I have "Kenny G" stamped on my forehead or something? And this after I took the plunge with some serious rocker chick hair. My former blonde highlights on brown hair have been replaced with almost but not quite black hair and red copper highlights. I turn 40 in a few months so maybe it's an early mid-life crisis, but I think it's more I was just bored. I like the new look. It's not something I'd want to keep for life but for a few months until summer gets here, why not? Life is short. 

And I'm not going to spend it listening to Kenny G. =)

Olivia rejects the new 'do.