How is that even possible? There is no way that I’m that old, not at all. I don’t feel that old, but then I didn’t feel anything when I turned 30 either. But seriously, 40? I’ve been married for almost 19 years and have a 16 year old daughter so it is possible, but I still don’t believe it.
What does one do when they turn 40? Am I supposed to cut my hair, use anti-aging cream and buy sensible shoes? (Oh wait, I’ve already done that). Maybe I’m supposed to “reflect” and look back at all I’ve done and make plans for retirement. I don’t think I’m very good at reflecting and I refuse to move to Florida when I get old, so instead, I give you this.
On June 7th, I was born, along with Prince, Tom Jones, Anna Kournikova and Muammar Gadhafi. The musical Grease opened on Broadway and contraception was legalized in the United States. Ghandi committed his first act of disobedience and Ronald Reagan became the Governor of California. Graceland opened to the public and George Bush introduced the Department of Homeland Security to the world.
1972 was a leap year. It was also the year that Marlon Brando won an Oscar for his role in The Godfather and Liza Minelli won hers for her performance in Cabaret. The TV show Bewitched aired its last episode, and women were finally allowed to run in the Boston Marathon. Atari released their arcade version of Pong and Apollo 17 made the last manned moon expedition ever. And to top it all off, 16 survivors from a plane crash survive and are rescued after practicing cannibalism, which we later got to witness in the movie “Alive”.
I have learned that if I could jump into a DeLorean and head back in time that I would be rich. I would also be mad for plaid and would have hair like one of Charlies Angels. (Which pretty much sums up my current look as I look “exactly” like Farrah Fawcett).
So after sharing all of that, I guess I do have some reflecting to do. 1972 was a pretty awesome year. Not only was I born, but some pretty super cool things happened that year. Turning 40 really isn’t a big whoopity-do at all. I have lived a very blessed and fabulous life and look forward to many more years and the adventures that life brings us. Now if I could only convince my body that it isn’t 40, I’d be laughing.