So, picture this: I’m chatting with a young hotel shuttle driver after a lovely dinner and a glass (or two) of wine. When I casually mention my age, he responds with disbelief. “You’re 39?! No way!” After I tell him I graduated high school in ’93, the shock only deepens when he realizes that’s the year he was born.
Currently, I’m traveling with a musical production of Dirty Dancing—yes, the one where “nobody puts Baby in a corner.” My boyfriend is part of the orchestra, and for the first seven months, I had the unique title of “merch girl,” probably the oldest one around. We chose to stay on the road together rather than suffer through lonely Skype sessions that would leave us both feeling down.
Now that I’ve transitioned from merch sales to writing and reviewing yoga studios while we tour North America, I’m finally feeling like my adult self again. Sure, it’s a bit of a whirlwind living out of a suitcase and skipping parties where people shout “shots!” every few minutes, but it’s a new groove I’m settling into.
Over the past year, I’ve noticed a distinct shift. I’m not saying it’s bad, just different. Maybe it’s the road fatigue talking, but I can feel the reality of leaving my 30s behind. Here’s what I’ve been picking up on:
- People call me ma’am now.
- I hardly ever get carded, and if I do, it’s just because they’re checking everyone.
- Older men seem to find me attractive—sometimes it’s flattering, but other times, it’s just weird.
- Young guys basically ignore me unless they’re trying to “cougar,” which is just gross.
- Twenty-something women look at me like I’m expired yogurt.
- My roots are becoming an unmanageable issue. I’m even contemplating embracing the grey.
- I have little patience for subpar food, wine, or company.
- I’m getting better at expressing my thoughts honestly.
- Sleep sometimes takes precedence over intimacy.
- I don’t recognize half the celebrities on magazine covers, nor does it bother me.
Additionally:
- I’m no longer just the cute yoga instructor. For the first time, I’m being respected for my expertise without having to overprove myself.
- I invest time and money into myself because I deserve it.
- Vitamin C serum and coconut oil are now staples in my routine.
- I savor desserts without guilt—if I bake it, I’m eating it and loving every bite.
- Solo time is essential; I treat myself to beach days, dinners, and movies.
- I’m learning to sidestep negativity in my life; my time is invaluable.
- I take things slowly. What’s the hurry?
- I chat with my mom daily, no exceptions.
- My standards for relationships have risen; I know my worth.
- Lack of sleep turns me into a crazy lady, so I prioritize getting enough rest.
When I glance at my boyfriend, who’s 40 with his charming salt-and-pepper hair, I can’t help but chuckle. He can roll out of bed looking effortlessly attractive—something I can’t pull off without dedicating some time to getting ready. But that’s okay; I’ve learned to appreciate a little self-care.
I’m embracing this wild lifestyle as I approach 40, choosing to skip opening night parties, cut back on alcohol, hydrate, meditate, and stay true to myself. And you know what? I’m perfectly fine with that. 39 feels good, and it’s all good.
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Summary
The journey of turning 39 brings noticeable changes and realizations, from how others perceive you to the newfound priorities in life. Embracing self-care and personal growth becomes essential as one transitions away from their 30s, leading to a more grounded and authentic self.