1969. The moon landing. Midnight Cowboy. Led Zeppelin I. The maiden flight of the Boeing 747. The election of Golda Meir.
\nAlso, I was born.
\nWhich, for those of you too lazy to do the math, means that I am turning 40 this year. The big 4-oh.
\nNow, popular culture, despite Erica Jong, seems determined to regard 40 as the threshold between youth and middle age \u2013 which, let\u2019s face it, really means old. In my circle of friends, most people seem to have dealt with the idea of forty pretty well, with the exception of one friend who\u2019s been celebrating his 29th birthday for 15 years as of April, and one other friend whose issues cannot be addressed here, but suffice it to say, they\u2019re big issues.
\nHow am I dealing with forty?
\nLast August, I got a tattoo. My first. On Good Friday, I got my nose pierced. My first piercing (aside from my ear lobes, which are conventional piercings for most women in our culture). This afternoon, I\u2019m planning to have my navel pierced. Next week, I have consultation to discuss laser eye surgery.
\nSome might argue that these are the actions of a woman in denial, or of a woman desperately trying to hang onto her youth. In fact, some have already made those arguments. Who knows, maybe some psychiatrist out there will confirm this diagnosis.
\nMy counter-argument is that I love the idea of forty. I have wanted a tattoo since I was a teenager, but managed to talk myself out of it for over twenty years because I was afraid I would get to a certain point in my adult life and seriously regret it. I have always liked the idea of a nose stud, but talked myself out of it because I was convinced my nose was too big. I talked myself out of a navel piercing because I don\u2019t have washboard abs. I talked myself out of laser eye correction because I was afraid it was too risky.
\nYou know what? I love my tattoo. I love my nose stud. So why not the other stuff?
\nSure, my nose is big \u2013 but I love how it looks with my little diamond. I like my nose more now. So I figure I may not have perfect abs, but I bet my tummy will look just fine with a bit of bling.
\nI am not afraid of 40. I love 40. Forty means I can relax and say \u201cI don\u2019t care whether or not you think this is a good idea.\u201d
\nI am in a great place in my life. I have a job that I love, and colleagues that respect my work. I have a great husband who more than appreciates me. I have two great kids \u2013 one of whom starts high school this fall. I have a great house, and while it\u2019s hardly ever clean, it\u2019s cozy and feels like home. I may not be model material, but I\u2019m in pretty good shape and pretty comfortable with those bits of me that are in different shapes. I have good friends, and good family.
\nForty rocks.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
1969. The moon landing. Midnight Cowboy. Led Zeppelin I. The maiden flight of the Boeing 747. The election of Golda Meir. Also, I was born. Which, for those of you too lazy to do the math, means that I am turning 40 this year. The big 4-oh. Now, popular culture, despite Erica Jong, seems determined … <\/p>\n