My knees are creaky, and my back is hurty (mostly from an old bed and crappy computer-hunchery) but I'll be 40 in August and I'm in the best shape physically of my life. My insomnia and depression aren't entirely under control, but my coping mechanisms are much, much better than they have been.
Financially, I'm still pretty fucked, but it's verrrrryyyyyy slowlllllly getting a wee, wee bit better.
It's very weird to think I'll be 40 in August (like, WHEN did all that tempus fucking fugit?! WHAAA?) but I'm not all "WOE! WOE! 40! WOE!"
I've been telling people I was 40 for a few months now anyway, because it's just fun to see them be all "Are you lying?!" So far, my late 30's were so much better and more fun, in many way, than my 20's. So I'm cool with aging.
Sue, I had those feelings when shifting to freelancing, esp. since I spent so much money on that 2nd Master's in Ed (SO boring) that I probably won't need anymore.
But it's done and my career shift has been scary but thrilling -- sure, the income hit has been a major trial, but it's like it's freed me from some chains: I work with my body (insomnia, depression, nocturnal body clock) not against it, I'm writing, I don't have to deal with interoffice politics or state-standards. I feel more creative and inspired, we don't have to worry about care or camps for M when he is here.
Things ain't perfect, but my "quarter-life crisis" at about 28/29 was a lot more fucked up for me. (Damn, I have known you guys for 13 years! Holy shit!)
What, acne comes back?
Sometimes it never leaves! I've had acne since I was 13.
One thing I definitely like about getting older is that I'm a lot more confident and secure than I was when I was younger.
But it's done and my career shift has been scary but thrilling -- sure, the income hit has been a major trial, but it's like it's freed me from some chains: I work with my body (insomnia, depression, nocturnal body clock) not against it, I'm writing, I don't have to deal with interoffice politics or state-standards. I feel more creative and inspired, we don't have to worry about care or camps for M when he is here.
Yeah, I am at the scary part still. I am kind of all over the place about what I want to do too, and stressing out about doesn't help me focus my intentions any.
Ugh. I feel I am both more AND less confident than when I was younger. I'm more confident in a "I have experience with this and can now trust myself more if my gut is telling me something, because I KNOW how often my gut has been right", but also less confident in a "less likely to blithely move forward because who cares what my gut says?" way.
I didn't do much in the way of "stupid things" when I was younger, so I don't regret a whole lot. But I'm right now in this place where I'm not yet in a married-have kids-move on with life sorta way, but I'm also not still in the young 20s have fun and party all the time, and I'm just not sure what to do with myself. I mean, I miss the fun of the party all the time, but know that I don't REALLY want that any more (and my body can't take it!). But I want more than what I've got....
Sometimes it never leaves! I've had acne since I was 13.
I gave up at 30 and did the accutane. Looking at my 60+ dad with acne did the trick.
I don't know whether I am more or less confident, but I am much more realistic about my strengths and weaknesses.
I didn't do much in the way of "stupid things" when I was younger, so I don't regret a whole lot. But I'm right now in this place where I'm not yet in a married-have kids-move on with life sorta way, but I'm also not still in the young 20s have fun and party all the time, and I'm just not sure what to do with myself. I mean, I miss the fun of the party all the time, but know that I don't REALLY want that any more (and my body can't take it!). But I want more than what I've got....
I sometimes I regret that I didn't do more stupid things.
I sometimes I regret that I didn't do more stupid things
Me, too. I was really not much with the adventurousness when I was younger, and I regret that now.
We did apparently name this thread in honor of the middle age crazy. Not that into the hookers nd blow myself, but I could be talked into buying Buffistas island and running away!
I sometimes I regret that I didn't do more stupid things
Me too.
ION, my blue crabmeat benedict didn't come with lemon slices. Where's my waitress?
