Opinion

Forty, fierce and fabulous

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February 05, 2018

Cartoon courtesy of Jess Rae of Doodley Squat.

I TURNED the big 40 last week.
Although I didn’t party like one, I certainly woke up like one.
It was a big night. Lots of fun, lots of laughs, and yes, lots of bubbly.
I’m pretty sure I partied harder than I did at my 21st birthday party.
Maybe it was to forget my age, or perhaps to show myself that I still had it.
Turns out I do.
But bouncing back is a little harder these days.
Waking up in a sparkly little number with make-up smudged across my face isn’t as cute as it used to be.
My legs and feet were so sore and swollen (thanks to my fabulous dance routines the night before).
I actually felt like an 80-year-old trying to get out of bed — something to look forward to in another 40 years if I make it.
But with only five hours sleep (because I was forced to go out until three in the morning), it wasn’t long before I was in the land of nod again.
You see, if I have a late night, I just can’t get enough sleep.
I feel like I could sleep for 100 years.
I’m like Sleeping Beauty, except for the beauty part. I’m like Sleeping Ugly — Sleeping Beauty’s older sister. Forty-year-old sister.
Now, I admit I have been terrified about turning 40. And I wasn’t really embracing the ‘40 is the new 30’ mantra.
I was more worried that 40 was only 10 years away from 50! And I like my boobs where they are, thank-you very much.
But looking back at the past 40 years, I realised how much I’ve done and achieved.
I’ve moved to the other side of the world, learnt a new language, competed at The North Queensland Games (twice), got a university degree, travelled the world, had two beautiful children, survived a stroke, divorce and cancer, and won a Walkley — and made some amazing friends along the way.
Now if the next 40 years are as eventful (bar the health issues) as the first, I will be one very lucky woman.
So rather than looking at 40 as a big number, I look at it as a big achievement.
And a starting point for many more I hope.
Plus reaching 40 is a privilege many don’t get to experience.
And for that I am grateful.

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