What is going on 40?

I STARTED THIS MONTHS AGO.....I CAN'T SEEM TO FINISH IT SO I'LL JUST POST IT.....WHY BLOG IF YOU DON'T POST?


40. Hello. Nice to meet you.

I'm not too sure how I became 40. I think I've calculated incorrectly. Math has never been my strength.
I don't feel like I'm 40.When I tell people my age it sounds so strange to say Fourty.

"yea, I'm Fourty. Yep. No, I'm not lying. Why would I lie about 40? That's silly. Oh, what? You were 7 when I graduated high school? Good for you...."

That is just strange to me.

Anyhoo...THings happen when you 'get up there' in age. Some not so great, some pretty great....

My skin is wierd. Different. Lotion? Yes, I put lotion on my skin all day long.
Lotion. Vitamin E oil. Olive Oil. Vaseline. I even rub old coffee grounds on my arms to exfloliate and soften yet the skin is still....wrinkly. I guess that is the word I'm trying to avoid.
Wrinkled. And not the kind of sun baked wrinkle but the kind of wrinkle that says...I don't want to be taut anymore. I want to sag a little....I wanna just take it easy for a bit.
My mom always said it would happen. That I would start to notice a change in the elasticity and texture of my skin. That I would start to get the "turkey neck"
I don't want the "turkey neck". 40 year olds don't have "turkey necks"
End of story.

My eyesight.
WHAT?!
YES! My freaking eyesight is "going". I need to use readers. I don't because I don't want to admit that my cuticles are blurry and that if Ava puts her cute little face close to mine she is blurry.
But yes...soon I will need to invest in a snazzy pair of readers.

Flexibility. It apparently goes away if you don't stretch.

Patience: I have WAY more patience now than I ever had. Way. More. Bushels and bushels of patients.