Today started with an email in my inbox that read ‘Reminder: Your turning 40!’ Uh.. yeah… I know!
It was a reminder email for the party, but it was a bit of a shock to see so straight forward.
I went on with my day, which was a continuation of my red carpet treatment for my big weekend of parties.
Today… my first ever spray tan, which seemed harmless enough.
Never mind that I had to strip down to nearly nothing in front of a complete stranger in a tiny room and let her spray me in places very few have seen.
The entire time I kept thinking to myself ‘this is ridiculous’, the things we do for the sake of beauty. The voice in my head started to drown out the gal doing my tan.
She was rattling off care instructions worthy of a cashmere sweater…. rinse tonight… wash tomorrow but only with a mild soap ‘NO fragrance or alcohol!’, don’t shave for 3 days, pat dry, don’t wash your hands… what?!
The list went on and on, there were so many rules I couldn’t keep up with them. Then… she told me my cats may want to lick the spray tan off me!
What in the world did I get myself into? Am I going to wake up in the middle of the night with the 2 little guys going to town on my arms? I determined the whole thing is very strange, but worth doing for special occasions.
There is absolutely no way this is something I could ever do on a regular basis… it’s too high maintenance.
On the drive home from work I decided I’m happy about the weekend festivities, and I realize why this year is different.
Because I gave up control of it, so I have no expectations in my head. Whatever happens will be great because I don’t have it all worked out. How in the world did it take me 40 years to figure this out?!
Crazy! 40 may not be so bad after all!
The birthday cards are starting to roll in too. Today I got one from my mom and dad, filled with beautiful sentiments. You know your parents love you but it’s so nice to hear they are proud of the woman I have become.
It’s definitely my turn to have another good birthday, and I’m certainly due… bring it on!