As I recently celebrated my 40th birthday, I felt the need to share a little reality check: my knees didn’t unexpectedly buckle, my hair didn’t turn into a silver mane overnight, and I certainly didn’t sign up for early morning water aerobics classes.
Sure, turning 40 is a significant milestone in our culture, often heralded as the onset of midlife. It’s the time when we start to notice that shedding those extra 10 pounds isn’t as effortless as it once was and that the aches we feel might linger for a while. However, I reject the stereotype that 40 marks the beginning of the end of my youth, leading me down a path of frumpy clothing and medicinal creams.
Lately, I’ve observed a troubling trend among some of my friends: they tend to attribute any minor discomfort, weight gain, or insecurity about their looks to the inevitable process of aging. The go-to phrase seems to be, “Well, we are 40,” which feels like a collective shrug in the face of life’s little challenges. This mindset can be disheartening, almost like waiting for the AARP card to arrive while reclining in your favorite chair.
But let’s be honest here; this attitude is a bit misleading. Yes, turning 40 can feel like a daunting transition, a marker on the timeline between youth and old age. I’ve seen the look of surprise on the faces of younger colleagues when I mention my age—often followed by a hasty reassurance that their mom is not that much older. Aging is part of life, but does it mean we should start acting old?
In our twenties, we often felt like we were on the cusp of adulthood, yearning for respect while simultaneously feeling inexperienced. Now, many of us have embraced adulthood—whether it was buying a car, getting married, or welcoming a child. It seems like some of my friends are leaning into this “old” identity as a way to bond, using it as an excuse for the aspects of our bodies we’ve never fully accepted.
While it’s true that my knee may protest if I skip workouts for a few days, that’s been the case since I was 35. I found my first grey hair at 27, and I’ve never been one to easily shed pounds. Yet, I’ve noticed some positive changes over the past year. I discovered a hairstyle that resonates with me—hello, bangs! I’ve found joy in classes like barre and the 30 Day Shred, and overall, I’m enjoying life more than ever. I feel more confident, have a better understanding of my wardrobe, and, dare I say, I’m looking my best.
I understand that some might read my words and think, “How nice for her,” or dismiss me as someone in denial. Trust me; I see the changes that come with age, but I refuse to let 40 define my vitality. Sure, things may be heading south, but isn’t that inevitable? I’d rather appreciate the elasticity that remains instead of resigning myself to a mindset that 40 equates to frailty. After all, we’re in good company—notable figures like Sophia, Eva, and Kate are also embracing this decade.
And while I’m still contemplating water aerobics, my spirit remains vibrant and eager for what lies ahead.
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In summary, turning 40 doesn’t mean we should settle into a mindset of decline. Instead, let’s embrace this age with all the vibrancy and excitement it can offer. Age is just a number, and it’s never too late to enjoy life to the fullest.