I finally realize the meaning of that old cliché: “I’m too young to be this old.” I swear I was just twenty-one a minute ago.
I (semi) joke to my husband that I missed the full effect of my 30th milestone because I was busy going into labor (our older daughter’s birthday is the next day). Therefore, it feels like the last two decades just came plowing into me at once.
But overall, I feel pretty darn good. The platelet count is holding steady. I have an amazing family. And, despite the last year of less-than-stellar industry-wide mojo, I’m doing my dream job. Not bad.
Still, I really thought I was above the whole getting older nonsense; alas, I’m not immune. Short of acquiring a convertible and a 20-year-old blonde floozy-on-the-side (Sven), I’m happy to play it low-key. As usual, I’m satisfied to document the whole thought process in this week’s strips.
If you’re turning the big fuh, fuh, fuh this year as well, I hope the series resounds well with you. If you’re still enjoying the glow of youth…well, get over it. It’ll be your turn, too.
Enjoy!
I turned 40 last month, and I know exactly what you mean. I look and feel my best, but I am much more concerned about things like anti-aging products, belly fat, and how I will feel at the end of this decade. I also think about the fact that I’m probably hitting my middle years, so everything is going to start decaying at a faster rate. What’s that all about?!?! Oh well, 40 is the new 30, right?
Love it!!! Just turned 40 recently. Thanks for the chuckles. -Dana
Thanks, ladies! And what’s with this new droopy elbow skin??!!