Today I realized that I am a mere 7 months away from turning 40 and while one's only options seem to be aging or death (if anyone knows of a Plan C I'd love to hear it) it still gives a person pause to realize that 40 is looming and hovering and behaving basically the way 40 does which is vaguely threatening.
Back off 40. You're not here for another 200 days or so and I have things to do before you make your grand appearance... you know, some self improvement.
For example, Baby Weight. The baby is 5 and I didn't actually give birth to her so to claim baby weight is a bit of a fat lie... get it fat lie! Oh, old I may be but still, holding strong to the clever.
Or not so much.
In any case, this all came about because of a conversation I had with my mother which basically went along the lines of how when things come very easy for a person sometimes it is quite hard for said person to actually work at anything when the time comes... which I translate to: Crap. Baby Weight.
But, this isn't a woe is me I am fat and old post (although, wow, how delightful!) but more along the lines of 40. Is. COMING.
Get thy shit together.
Part 2 of Armageddon is J.O.B..
(Which I know I have complained/moaned/worried about ad nauseum and I am too lazy to link you to those posts of whiny yore.)
But, this isn't a woe is me I need a job post either.
Because I don't want any old job. I want to write. WRITE and although I think I actually write quite badly with little regard for the beauty of grammar, I have put it out to the universe (Do you hear me, Secret?) and so it shall be.
Look at me... writing. I am making my dreams come true at this very moment!
The final push before 40 would be to love myself a little more.
So, it's out there - less weight, more work, and LOVE.
You'll help me, right?
**edited to add: It's not turning 40 per se that I dislike, rather it's turning 40 and not having my act together that worries me... I plan to rock these next years and I'd rather do it with only one chin.