I'm 39 years old.
In a few weeks, I will be turning 40 years old.
The Big 4-0.
I can't quite decide how I feel about this supposedly *monumental* event.
Part of me cries *BULLSHIT* on all the hoopla surrounding forty, choosing instead to embrace this new decade. I mean - isn't age just a number? Isn't it more important how you FEEL on the inside and how you take care of yourself (or not)? Isn't it more important about loving and sharing and feeling and embracing than focusing on the actual age number?
And then another part of me cries *OH MY FREAKING GAWD, I WILL BE 40 YEARS OLD MAY 16th AND I WILL OFFICIALLY BE O-L-D*.
I ask you, does this look like the face of a forty year old?
Also, because I am sick and tired of dealing with adult acne and not having pretty, smooth skin like other *almost* 40 year olds, I am getting a facial tomorrow and my first ever chemical peel. Does that make me old?! I don't really care because I have so much gunk and dead skin cells and bacteria (ewwwww!) and I need professional, consistent help.
I had my sweet Sophie take this picture of me tonight- no make-up and in need of an eyebrow wax in a bad way. You might be thinking- her face doesn't look bad, what's she complaining about? Oh believe me, I purposedly left out the side view pictures- I didn't want to scare the internet!
I hope this works or the freakiness and grossness of my skin peeling away in layers over several days will be for naught : ).
This post written as part of The Extraordinary Ordinary's Just Write Series.