6 more days to 40. I’m on a countdown, the end of which I’m sure will be anti-climactic. nothing’s really going to happen at the other end of it. I’ll attend on helluva birthday party. That’s all. It’ll be fun – first party we’ve had in our house in years actually. music and all sorts … [Read more…]
For me, 40 seems so final. Where it was acceptable, expected even at 20, to flirt, pick up sailors during fleet week, find that doe-eyed honey at a rave, slip the coffee-slinging-cutie your number and where it was a little more awkward but still in the rulebook (cougar) during my 30s. Now? It’s officially over. … [Read more…]
it’s not so very bleak. for 40 i will dress like a grown up at a cocktail and dinner party in my own house. i will surround myself with my very favorite people. i will put a costume bin outside the door so people can “put on a persona” before coming into the house. morning … [Read more…]
she asks me how i feel about turning 40. immediately there are tears in my eyes and the tightness at the back of my throat. i look down into my burger at the gym. what are the sentences i can formulate around that? – my life is half over and i’ve done fuck-all – my … [Read more…]