So, it’s July 4th otherwise known as the day before I turn 40. I’ve been thinking about it a lot. I know it’s just a number, right? In fact, my therapist told me that “life begins at 40.” My first thought was I think she should have that embroidered on a pillow and then shove that pillow up her ass. I wonder if she used to have a business making buttons or silk screening t-shirts like “Official Bikini Inspector” or “Mustache rides 5 cents.” The woman obviously has talent. But hold on, I believe she actually stole this quote. Seriously, is that therapy?
There is no way this guy is forty either. Or not on heroin. Totally false advertising.
For me I think life begins when you’re born again through the love of Jesus Christ. Oh wait, I’m Jewish. Never mind. Maybe life begins when you finally lose that last 10 pounds!! Or when you have an A HA moment in the audience at the Oprah show. Whenever my life truly begins, I definitely want some sort of notification. I mean, I was pretty sure I was living my life but maybe not until tomorrow. Maybe tomorrow is going to be truly altering. Will I wake up and feel like, oh my God! It’s begun! I am finally completely alive – and then immediately go for a hike or rock climbing and commune with nature in all it’s glory? I have to say no. I’m never going rock climbing unless the rock is in my backyard. No loading up the car for this gal.
If i’m being honestI think everything is good right now. Yes, I have a few more lines around my eyes and this weird brown age/sun spot thing on my cheek that’s probably not cancerous but it’s nothing that a major face lift or harsh chemical peel couldn’t fix right up. And I have a the sweetest, funniest husband and a baby who is pretty darn adorable (if she gets Dora exactly when she wants – which is more and more often).
So I’m very content which I’m pretty sure is the new happy. And although I’ll still pay my therapist, I believe life is already here.