I turned 40 a year and a bit ago. I was fine with it. I know some friends who took to their beds and wailed and moaned about it but really, as cliche as it sounds, it is just a number. I don’t feel 40. I don’t think I look 40 most days and I sure as hell don’t act 40.
I don’t have a ton of regrets where Will is concerned but part of me does wish that I had him a few years earlier. But lately, I’m starting to realize that timing is everything and I probably wasn’t ready a few years earlier.
What I’m trying to say is – I’m just fine to be 40.
WELL I WAS!?!?!?
I play a sport called platform tennis. Yes, I know you don’t know what I’m talking about. The long and the short of it, it’s outdoor winter tennis/racquetball. Yes we play all winter. Yes it’s outside. No we’re not all insane. It’s great.
Check it out here.
Here’s my point. Today I got a notice from the governing body of the sport informing me that I qualify for the SENIORS CHAMPIONSHIPS now! The Seniors?!??!!? WTF.
Why did my 40th birthday not bug me but this…this is killing me. And to add to my outrage – if I was a man, I wouldn’t be a senior until I was 45? Hmmmm I can’t quite figure this one out.
It’s official – I’m old.
Damn it. Time to put away my beer funnel, cut my hair short and buy some leisure suits. But I’m NOT buying a cat…..yet.
I’d wear a leisure suit if I got cheap movie tickets. Seriously.
Okay, I have a cat and a collection of big purses (I always teased my mom about her big purses back when all I needed was a place to stick $10 and my TTC student card) along with short hair and a predilection for comfortable clothes (read: Lululemon). Do I qualify yet?
Bah, you are definately still young. weird platform people remember thy are the folks who bring Christmas kaos. Nuf said.
Wait until you get your AARP application…and why are men different??? WTF
Oooh yah. That smarts.