It's the eve of the year that I turn 40 and while I don't generally care that much about New Year's Eve, I'm feeling a little differently this year. I'm gearing up to mark the occasion and I find that what I'm doing is a bit of cataloguing, like:
Flourescent lighting sucks. There is no reason why anyone should have to assess themselves under this most unflattering light.
My left eye is smaller than my right. Only slightly, but still, when did that happen?
It's not so terrible to have a little tummy, especially when you do lots of sit ups, try to eat right and it's still there. I can live with it.
I'm not sure if 40 is really the new 30 but it doesn't really matter. It is what it is and so I'm going to enjoy it and (hopefully) many more years after.
It's okay to lie about your jean size.
Plastic surgery is fine if it makes you feel good. And if you don't want any, that's fine too. Just don't be so judgemental all y'all!
Good friends are important and so I'm going to work on keeping the ones I have and appreciating them more often.
Same goes for my husband (hear that honey?).
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