So, I turned 40 about a week ago. So far my head hasn’t caved in, I haven’t turned completely gray nor have I spotted one extra wrinkle. I dare say, I think my pants even fit looser.
I think I am gonna like this 40’s thing…
I spent a week on the Texas coast with some of my nearest and dearest. After our debacle of a vacation last year, I did however, decide to forego the family aspect of a vacation and did not share a single solitary strand of DNA with anyone on this trip.
And it was amazing.
I have learned what true, die-hard friends I have. I have learned how much I love these people and if I could, they would be genetically linked to me. I could vacation with these people and never have a care in the world.
These folks are awesome-sauce. (thank you Benny for the rockin’ word!)
Sadly, I have this one question, is the gift that one gives themselves on their 40th birthday the gift of realization? Does God bestow enlightenment upon you at that precise moment that you turn 40?
Cause I have been realizing things lately that didn’t present themselves to me before.
Such as I am surrounded by some sucky people in my life. Not all related (close….) and not all friendly. I am surrounded by people who act as if they have my best intentions and my feelings in mind…then turn around and show me otherwise.
Can you fire your friends and family? Do I have to pay severance or un-employment?
I think in my week of 40-year-old knowledge, it’s become apparent that I am too tired to give a shit about the drama that others try to inflict upon me. Go.away.
No, I don’t want to have to “break-up” with you. No, I don’t want to have to explain why we don’t talk anymore. No I don’t want to explain why you are not now or have ever been invited over. No. No. No. Just go.away. There isn’t any need for closure; nothing you say is going to matter. It hasn’t and it won’t.
I know that recently I said I was going to live authentically. To be Authentic Me. And I am, I am clearing out the cobwebs and throwing a ton of crap out…metaphorically that is.
And these “leeches” won’t let go. There isn’t a graceful way to exit a non-working friendship or relationship.
And just deleting them from Facebook does not count. Trust me. I tried.
So I guess going forward, I am gonna be 40 and act 40, which makes me what? 30? 20? Crap….