I thought I should review a little my 40th celebration of this amazing life of mine. Why? I saw yesterday an official, irreparable wrinkle by the middle of my forehead! She looked at me in the mirror, so serious, resolved to me to know that she would be forever there. And told me to not even try old tricks with a mask of egg whites. I definitely needed a new approach!
Here is what I’ve got:
Wrinkles and Lines
Okay, stupid wrinkle, welcome to my face. I understand that the time has come and you’ll start to bring around friends and family, small children and old people … just asking you to do it slowly and painlessly. After all, it’s my 40th anniversary, isn’t it? I will not smudge special creams, because I know that’s useless. Stay here and be a reminder of all that has preceded your appearance, all the worries and joys in combination with the hot summer sun with whom I have never bent.
Well, while you’re here, I want to introduce you to everyone. I will be proud of you wrinkle, I promise. Even if you come in greater numbers, I swear I won’t have any filers. Wrinkles have to stand here high and proud.
If there is anything I know and love in these 40 life celebration years is that I love to eat. I don’t eat as much as I’d want to, because I hate when I stand in front of the mirror every day. If you do not like meat, coffee and cigars, you’re not welcome in my world. We’ll starve together when I say that it must. I’m still the owner of the land on which you live. When you live on the face of an artist, you’ll see beautiful things.
And for me you’re the perfect line. And the perfect place. I put friends in one drawer, love in the second, the third is for familiy, work in the fourth. All nicely marked and neatly arranged. Each has its place, time to devote to everything and everyone in your life and the amount of energy that I am ready to spare. It’s good to spend time only with verified positive persons.
You know what … this is not at all as bad as I expected. I realized that I feel much better in my body now than twenty years ago. Nature has formed me into some kind of woman. Certain pieces of wardrobe that I prepared to throw at me now shine! Miracle one.
Different Outlook on Love
A special love … This love has changed me, transformed, tamed. I was hungry and thirsty, like a wild animal next to a garbage can. That love found me, sensed me, like fresh ground coffee in the morning.
Quite deservedly I became that little water in your palm. The feeling is indescribable. Curled up in the palm of your hand, protected from everything and everyone, I spend my days and nights. These nights I remember as the most beautiful nights of all.
My 40th’s brought me three healthy, independent children. This is what I wanted in the thirties, but it seemed impossible then.
Health? I still have perfect vision after twenty years of sitting in front of the computer. And some tiny habits I never thought I would acquire in life.
Bonus: I Don’t Believe Anything These Days
I do not believe in the fact that toothpaste can whiten teeth, but continue to fall for everything that smells like coconut and has argan oil in it. I’ve never bought twice the same shade of hair dye. I cannot stand people who interrupted me in mid-sentence, shoving their filthy hands into my airspace. I’ll never have enough nail polish, sandals and handbags. Avoid looking at your reflection in the shop windows. Chairs added 15 pounds. What women’s magazines write that sex is the best in the forties is true.
I say the sentence “Do not tell me that you’re talking about how it works, I’m forty years old” in a very arrogant tone. Proudly, without additions, subtractions. Round.
I brought myself the 40th birthday cake and I made only one wish when I blew the candles. I only have one, great, very important, and then I’ll close the box of wishes, forever.