Why Am I Still Dealing with Zits and Other 40-Something Questions

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Wow, can you believe I’m almost 40? It feels surreal! This seems to be the age when folks take a moment to reflect on their lives, share wisdom, and reassure everyone that 40 is just the new 30. I might join in on that when I actually hit the big 4-0, but today, I have some burning questions—like why on earth do I still have acne?

Yes, I’m nearly 40, a mom of two, a homeowner, and guess what? I finally paid off my student loans. I have wrinkles and maybe even some gray hairs (I’d know if I could see without my glasses). So why is the universe still throwing zits at me? It feels as odd as seeing an elderly lady flaunting fake breasts—just wrong! I know hormones are the usual suspects, but come on, I thought I’d outgrow this by now. Any breakouts in my late 30s, no matter how small, just feels unfair.

Then there’s the issue of privacy—or lack thereof. I grew up sharing a room with my sister and a house full of people. As a teenager, I craved those moments of solitude to brood over my awkward braces and my crush on Rob Lowe. I thought once I became an adult, I could indulge in all the brooding I desired. Instead, I now have little ones announcing, “Mommy, can I watch you pee?” Seriously? To achieve a moment of peace, I might as well hide a mile away with a blindfold and noise-canceling headphones. And even then, I feel guilty for wanting some alone time. So, to all those teens out there complaining about no privacy, just wait—it’s part of growing up!

And why, oh why, do I still care about what others think? I was certain by now I’d be over it. I’ve learned to embrace my true self and recognize that not everyone will be my fan, but that doesn’t mean I don’t care. I often find myself wondering why that other mom hasn’t reached out to me. Do I even have a chance at friendship? It’s hard to shake off the desire for approval, even if we claim that we don’t care. Let’s be honest: caring about others’ opinions is human nature. Shouldn’t we admit this to our kids instead of making them feel bad about it? Sure, they’ll learn not to dwell on it too much, but trust me, it’s a work in progress.

Then there’s the irony of wishing to be treated like an adult. During my youth, I yearned for that respect, thinking adulthood would feel empowering. But now, being treated like my age is still a challenge. It’s not fun when it adds stress instead of sophistication. So, when your teen whines about wanting adult treatment, why not turn the tables? Make them treat you like a teenager. Have them send you to your room, cut you off from technology, and enjoy a little rebellion—complete with a hidden bottle of wine!

Lastly, why can’t I drink like I used to? Back in the day, I looked forward to sipping Merlot at fancy dinners and enjoying cocktails with friends. Now, one glass can lead to a dramatic face-plant into my dinner plate. The recovery time from a night out is no joke—it’s like a hangover stretches into days. Oh, to relive those carefree days of youthful drinking! But I wouldn’t want to go back to that uncertainty. I just wish someone had been upfront with me about what to expect in my 30s. Now, hand me those Stridex pads; I have an audience waiting!

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In summary, turning 40 comes with its unique set of challenges, from skin issues to privacy invasions and the complexities of social acceptance. Embracing these quirks while navigating adulthood can be a wild ride, but it’s part of the journey we all share.