Turning 37 Doesn’t Scare Me, Either Does Turning 40

Yesterday I turned 37. I celebrated with hike, a yoga class, a new sexy romper, strappy grey heals and one of the best meals I’ve ever had.

I love my birthday. It’s probably because I’m an Aries. We like being the center of attention.

And I don’t really see my love for my birthday ever diminishing. Even with 40 just 3 years away.

But it seems that not a lot of women share my excitement…

A few weeks ago I was talking to a young woman who informed me that she was “getting old.”

As she told me her brow furred and she looked like she wanted to curl into a ball and die of shame.

I looked at her a bit perplexed. She didn’t look like she was even 30 years old. So I asked her age.

She told me she was 24 years old. TWENTY-FOUR.

I don’t understand this phenomenon of young twenty something women thinking they are old.

This feels like a trend that has been around for a while.

I remember having a similar conversation with a friend several years ago who was terrified of turning 25.

But honestly I can’t really comprehend it for women in their 30’s either. We are young. Ask someone that is in their 50’s or 60’s and they will confirm it.

W are conditioned to believe that getting older is a bad thing. That turning 40 brings with it a plethora of wrinkles and saggy skin and grey hairs and less energy.

And the standards for women are very different than aging for men.

This conditioning sells us face cream and botox and face lifts and eye cream and a bunch of other shit that supports a multi-billion dollar industry.

But when I think about the women I admire the most, they all started really thriving and coming into their own in their 40’s: Cheryl Strayed, Elizabeth Gilbert, Seane Corn, Danielle Laporte.

All of these women didn’t really tap into their deeper purposes until their 40’s.

So I don’t fear turning 37. And I didn’t fear turning 40 either.

Sure it feels different. Interesting even.

Like I am entering a different realm.

And maybe I feel good about it because I am in amazing shape.

Or because I don’t look 37.

Or because I’m having the best sex of my life.

Because I’m definitely not where I’m “supposed to be” at 37, which of course if fine by me.

I have no children and am not married.

But here’s the thing, 37 does not define me. I define 37.

And my 37 is sexy.

And passionate.

And creative.

And abundant.

And purposeful.

And light-hearted.

And grounded.

And full of love.

And full of possibilities.

And full orgasms.

And full of LIFE.

The biggest act of rebellion we can ever offer this world and ourselves is to make our own rules and decide what story we want to live.

So welcome 37. Let’s do this.

Do you feel differently? Afraid of turning 40?? I’d love to hear about it? Are you in your 40s and think its amazing? Let me know that too! Leave your comments below.

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