Nearly gone are the stepping stones of real adulthood. The fleeting ignorance of bravery and stupidity mixed in a whirlwind of being 20 something.
The aches and pains, the ever so slowly creeping crows feet. The growing desire to adult and to get it together, because the 3rd time is surely the charm.
The falling down and standing back up of being 30 something are all but over in just 7 short days.
I am about to turn 40.
I am cautious of this new decade. Afraid to see what the 2nd half of this life looks like.
What does it feel like?
Will I awake next week in a body eerily familiar of my mother? Of my Grandmother?
Will I suddenly feel the need for a closet full of vintage pastel polyester? Will I awake with a short new do’ styled with care every week in a swept up, tidy helmet of hair? Will my wild curls and love for shoes be replaced by comfort and a modest pair of loafers? Will I need to learn to play Bridge and start eating dinner at 4?
This is incredibly complicated.
I didn’t receive my “Adulting, Second Life Edition” … does anyone else have a copy? I mean I will take anything, even if it has highlighted sections and notes.
Bonus points available for anyone who has a copy with the test answers because I for one have absolutely no idea what 40 is going to look like and I am pretty sure I am not ready for the test.
Unless you have naturally pain in the ass curly tresses this is going to sound like nonsense to you. All my straight hair friends from middle school to even now comment on how they wish they didn’t have to curl their hair to get the ringlets.
Gorgeous cascades of bouncy beautiful curls or sleek styled heads whenever they want. and they envy me?
I just wish I could make mine stay unkinked for more than 20 minutes.
Are you a wash and go kinda gal? If so I probably hate you. It takes me an arsenal of hair product just to look almost put together in the mornings. Shampoo, half a bottle of conditioner, frizz creme, mousse, styling gel and a final all over of spray. If I hear one more person say they just brush their hair and go … I might slap them. probably will.
Straightening is never a possibility for me. My hair does this thing where after hours of straightening, regardless of the product I use, it’s frizzy before I can leave the house.
I want to cry but if I do my bangs will spring get back from the moisture in a gleeful S curl.
If you don’t have a curly hair girl in your life you’re prob missing all the fun of finding what appears to be a small animal in the shower drain. We can shed unholy amounts of hair and still not be bald. My wife thought it was cute I would leave long red hairs in her bed when we were first together. Now that we are married she doesn’t find the red tumbleweed hair piles in all the corners of our bedroom as attractive. Sorry babe.
Ever tried to touch a curly head? Did you come out alive? There is no such thing as touching the curls. If you do they will explode into a lion mane and then we have to start all over. I want to be loved, I do but I want pretty hair too.
It’s not all fun and smiles.
Well actually it is. I happen to be a natural red head too and we have way more fun. Even if it takes us longer to get ready for it.
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My stats because everyone seems to to want to know:
Age: Old enough to know better.
Marital Status: Married.
Sex: Yes please.
Sexual Orientation: None of your business!
Kids: Yes. Yes, from my womb.
a girl and a boy who live at home and eat all my food
Dogs. 2 pits, 1 precious mini dachshund and 1 asshole poodle schnauzer mix
Cats. 2 or 3 or 7 I don’t know anymore. We live in the woods and they just show up for kitty kibble.
Fish. Indoor and out. Plus a desk fish – because every office needs one.
Rich in carbohydrates, beer and sugar
Western North Carolina for work, Eastern NC, SC, FL for play. Unless you have a beach house elsewhere then we should be friends. I need more friends with beach houses. Or a friend with a beach house. Whatever.
Occupation:Management levelcalmer downer and advocate of your e-commerce experience at large
I don’t know what that means either. No day is ever the same.