This past Sunday I turned 41.

Everyone makes such a big deal about 40 that when it comes and goes you have to wonder what the big deal was all about.

4o was no big deal for me.

I didn’t feel like I was supposed to reach certain mile stones by then, make a list etc.

40 was good.

41 I realized I was on my way to 50.

50

What?

A few months ago I noticed some grey hairs.

I get facials once a month and my 20 something gal thinks my skin is great, “for being 40”.

Thanks.

Everything is starting to dry up.

My hair.

My skin.

I have to listen to the TV louder than my husband because I have a little hearing loss in my left ear.

Are you flippin’ kidding me??

Skin spots are alive and well on my face.

I notice how much I talk about the foods I stay away from because I get stomach aches etc.

What the flippity flop??!!

I am one breath away from talking about the weather and my cat.

I see photos of my friends from high school and college and I think they are starting to look older.

Then I realize that they must think the same thing of me.

Do you mean I am not the 26 year old I feel like in my heart and head?

Don’t even answer that.

I see ladies all of the time with weird looking faces, large lips and obvious work done.

I don’t care what others do but I don’t want to look like that.

I want to grow older gracefully.

I know that I have choices each day about how I care for myself and I want to make sure I am making good ones.

I love seeing an older woman that still takes care of herself.

Guess what…she has wrinkles, sun spots and grey hair.

I guess I will wear mine long and wavy.

So wrinkles and grey hair…I am along for the ride.

This body of mine….I promise to do right by you.

Thank you for carrying my babies, holding onto the ones I love, carrying me up mountains (physically and emotionally) and allowing me to create.

50, I am not ready for you quite yet but it will be OK when we meet.

{Yes, all of the photos have nothing to do with this post but I just love ranunculus}