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The age of ‘never’

So I find this tea that claims being great help for a good night sleep. Not that I have a particular problem in that department, but the combo of linden flower (tila), chamomile and orange makes me think that it could help me relax – which is something I haven’t been lately.

I take a large cup, go to bed and fall into a deep sleep … so deep that I do not move all night and end up waking up totally relaxed but with a stiff neck! No, really!

And all I can blame it on is age. Yes, I am about to hit forty and I keep finding myself thinking all the time: “this never happened to me before…”, “so and so is something I never felt in the past…”, “I’ve never suffered this type of pain in my life …”.

This is why I say that I am reaching the “age of never”.

Forty is not old (if you are a tree!), but let’s accept that even when we still look and feel great this does not mean that our bodies are not changing (a nice way to say “aging”.) Because they are!

So, this is my suggestion: let’s keep looking and feeling great, and next time something hurts in a way we never felt before, we can just take some of that wonderful tea, chill out and forget the thought.

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A princess view on 40

Back in the 1950s a beautiful and talented American 27 year-old actress married a European Royal Prince and became Her Highness The Princess of Monaco.

We all know the fairy-tale story of Grace Kelly and how her glamorous life had a tragic ending; but few know that apparently she lived ‘torture’ about 12 years before she died. That is, when she turned 40.

For a woman, forty is torture, the end.

This is what the famous princess apparently said at some point around the time she blew 40 candles on her birthday cake… and that was in 1969 … the year I was born … 40 years ago!

So I bump into this quote at a time when I have been writing my thoughts on turning 40, and when I have even created a website for forty-something women to pour all my energy on this subject into something positive.

But torture, believe me, is not a positive thought.

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Forty-something dot com

I am very excited with my latest online project: www.forty-something.com. I decided to stop moaning about turning 40 and put my thoughts to some good use by creating a website dedicated to all 40-something women out there.

This is a live project, so what you find now on the site is just the beginning of what I hope will become a complete source of information and articles covering everything that is interesting for a woman in her 40s: beauty, fashion, health, jobs, romance, shopping, etc.

There is little out there that targets women by age, so this should be an interesting project with – hopefully – good potential.

The site includes a shopping section with gift ideas and more.

Take a look and let me know what you think!

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40 is the new 30 … but it’s not!

Since I started writing about my thoughts on turning 40 many friends came back to tell me that “40 is the new 30”. Problem is, I am not really sure how that one actually works.

Does it mean that when you turn 40 a whole decade just wipes out and we are magically 30 again? Or does it mean that nowadays, 40-somethings look just like 30-somethings?

The first theory is that the 20s actually blend in to the 30s and by the time we are 40 is like we are actually 30 again! Got it? I didn’t think so.

So, if 40 is the new 30, what happens to our 30s? Well, we would have to make them disappear! Yes, David Copperfield style.

Think about it. All the things you would erase from your life:

Some would skip getting married – and would still be single.
Many of us would miss our kids early years – but also the struggles of getting / being pregnant.
Others would skip painful divorce procedures – and would still be married to that same person. (ouch!)
Our CVs would be at least ½ a page shorter – many guys’ hair at least 5cm longer!

For those of us turning 40 these days we would also skip the entire presidency of George Bush, 9-11, the birth of Google, the Blackberry and eBay, and the introduction of the Euro.

Would erasing all these things from our lives make us 30? Really? No, I think it would make us a whole bunch of 40-somethings with 10 years of missed experiences, some good, some bad, but experiences that shape who we are after all.

So I vote for the second assumption. Most of my friends and I keep telling ourselves that we look and feel much better now than we did in our 20s (especially early 20s!) and we definitely don’t fit the image we had when we were kids of people in their 40s. Back then people in their 40s dressed and acted like … well, I guess people their age!

So I insist that being 40 is not the same as being “40 minus 10 = 30” but I should love being 40 because I know better than a 30 year old and still look as good.

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40 is not 50

I am still trying to find the positive side of being 40. As I mentioned earlier, with a bit over two months to go till the dreaded day I am trying to convince myself that there must be a lengthy list of things I should love about reaching this milestone.

Trying to find some stimulation from those who’ve “been there – done that”, I bumped into something Victor Hugo (yes, the French poet) wrote once upon a time:

“Forty is the old age of youth; fifty the youth of old age”

I have a bit of a problem with this quote. First, he mentions the phrase “old age” not once but TWICE in a sentence of only 13 words. OK, to be fair, he also mentions the word “youth” twice, but that’s not the point: by the time you read that forty has something to do with “old age” everything else becomes a blur!

Then, he does not give me anything to look forward to. Being the oldest of the young is pretty much the same as telling me I am the thinnest of the fat or the smartest of the dumb and that I will eventually become the fattest of the thin and the dumbest of the smart!

Even worse, it makes me start thinking that turning 50 is only a decade away! And 10 years is nothing – I know it, believe me, I am still recovering from the hangover of the big bash I threw when I turned 30.

Fifty is the “youth of old age”. That’s it. You reach 50 and you are doomed. Even a poet with all the inspiration that Victor Hugo obviously had, could not come with a better way to put it.

So the only positive thought I have from all this is that: I should love being 40 because I am NOT 50 yet!

And 40 is not 30 either … more on that coming soon.

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