In my mind, I often feel like I’m still in my mid-20s—perhaps 27 at the most. Yet, as I encouraged my teenage daughters to huddle together for a photo, it struck me that they are rapidly approaching that youthful mental state, while I’m firmly on the other side of 40. It’s a sobering thought, particularly since I am now biologically far removed from that carefree person I once was.
That younger version of me didn’t drink coffee. However, this version has recently succumbed to its charms. This year, I started relying on coffee to combat the fatigue that comes from being awake far too early. The effects of sleep deprivation were turning me into a bit of a grouch. While I still have my moments, the caffeine helps me channel my sarcasm more effectively and boosts my focus.
In my younger days, my home was a pristine sanctuary. Everything was always in its place. Fortunately, raising children has helped me loosen those rigid standards. I now find comfort in a degree of disorder. The trade-off? My home has transformed into a series of ongoing projects—like baskets of (mostly) folded laundry residing next to a mountain of unmatched socks. Every few months, I bribe the kids with promises of a binge-watching session in exchange for sorting the socks. For a fleeting moment, my feet are color-coordinated, but the rest of the time, they sport a delightful array of mismatched patterns.
Makeup was once my canvas. I was skilled at applying eyeliner, defining my lips, and achieving a flawless finish. Since becoming a mother of three, however, my hormones have taken on a life of their own. I’ve learned to forego the risk of smudged makeup during those inevitable tearful moments prompted by heartwarming stories online. Plus, skipping the makeup routine saves me a good 20 minutes each morning, allowing for a bit more much-needed sleep.
I also used to have a wider circle of male friends, enjoying their easygoing nature without the complexities of potential romantic entanglements. Nowadays, I relish evenings with my female friends, finding joy in our gatherings filled with conversation, laughter, and the occasional glass of wine. With no makeup to worry about, emotional moments are just part of the experience—no flirting complications necessary.
While my teenagers have their futures ahead of them, they are also navigating the complexities of self-discovery, friendship dynamics, and the importance of female solidarity. They’ll learn that during tough times, a supportive friend can be a saving grace.
Perhaps being over 40 isn’t so daunting after all. With coffee in hand, occasionally matching socks, cherished friendships, and a glass of wine waiting for me, I can confidently say that this phase of life has its merits.
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In summary, reaching the age of 40 brings both challenges and newfound joys. Embracing the changes in my life has allowed me to appreciate the present while reminiscing about the past.
Keyphrase: Life After 40
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