In my mind, I still feel like I’m in my mid-20s. Okay, maybe 27 at the oldest. So, as I nudged my teenage daughters to huddle a bit closer for a snapshot, it hit me—these girls are inching closer to that youthful threshold while I stand here, a solid 40-something. It’s a little surreal. Sure, they’re still on the younger side of their teen years, but the stark reminder that I’ve crossed the 40 mark is hard to ignore.
That Younger Version of Me
That younger version of me had a strict no-coffee policy.
But this version? Oh, I’ve become a coffee lover just this year! The early mornings, waking up before the sun, were turning me into a cranky version of myself. Thanks to a few cups of java, I’m still a bit snarky, but now with the added benefit of clarity—who knew caffeine could be so life-changing?
That younger self had a pristine home.
Seriously, it was like a magazine spread—everything in its place. But then I had kids, and poof! That obsession vanished. Now? My house resembles a series of ongoing projects. There are baskets of (mostly) folded laundry next to a mountain of unmatched socks. Every few months, I entice my kids with promises of a binge-watching session if they help sort the socks. For a few blissful days, my socks actually match! The rest of the time? Well, mismatched socks are the new norm.
That younger me was a makeup aficionado.
We’re talking dramatic eyeliner and perfectly lined lips. But after three kids, my hormones are all over the place, and I’ve learned the hard way that eye makeup is risky business. With all the tear-jerking stories online, mascara is just asking to run. Skipping the makeup saves me a good 20 minutes each morning, and I can enjoy a little extra sleep instead.
That younger version of me had a solid group of male friends.
She reveled in the drama-free camaraderie with her guy pals. But now, I find myself looking forward to cozy nights with my female friends. Any excuse to gather, share a bottle of wine, and vent about life is a win in my book. Plus, there’s no fear of any awkwardness—thank goodness for makeup-free nights!
Embracing Life After 40
My teenage girls have their entire lives ahead of them, filled with lessons on self-discovery, navigating friendships, and learning that women can be allies, not enemies. Maybe being over 40 isn’t so terrible after all. I have coffee (often), matching socks (occasionally), my fabulous friends, and the occasional glass of wine. Not too shabby, if you ask me.
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Summary
Turning 40 brings a wave of perspective, as I reflect on the differences between my younger self and who I am today. I’ve traded in the coffee-free lifestyle for a caffeine habit, embraced a more relaxed approach to home organization, ditched the heavy makeup routine for extra sleep, and found joy in female friendships. Life after 40, with its quirks and joys, is shaping up to be pretty great!