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Joys of Being 40, including great skin!

40 photoI’m turning 40! I say that with excitement. No disappointment. Really!

I want to be clear on this point, because when I tell people giddy like a 11 year old kid that my birthday is coming they say, “Oh no.. look who is 40!” or they give me a look like your dog just died, one friend even reached out to patted my arm. Honestly, I am really super excited about 40!

At 21 we are legally responsible. The law considers us adults but lets be real, no one else over 25 thinks you are really that mature. We may act mature, and yes our brains are finished forming, but our experience of what we have done in life is limited. As some 21 year olds go, I was very responsible. My parents believe in the ‘your 18 you pay your own way’, so by 21 I not only had a job but had substantial savings.  Yet, much to my irritation people assumed, due to my happy manner, that I had not really experienced life. I had and I would protest, but they didn’t hear me. I had, I really really had. As a young woman with life before me I felt a little fear. I would never have actually admitted that then.. but I was scared.  What if?  What if I failed?  What if…?  What if I just wasn’t good enough, pretty enough.. well I have answers to those questions. I am not pretty enough… it’s a stupid question. I will not be loved or hated for how I look. Life is not high school. Adults don’t care and if they do they are still mentally in high school. I now only care if I like how I look, not if someone else does. I also know that I am not smart enough, there is someone always smarter and I can be friends with them and learn from them. I married someone smarter than me. I hired someone smarter than me. I benefit from all the smarts around me. I know it’s not all up to me. I know I don’t have to be all things to all people. I just have to do what I can.

At 40 I have been married for 15 years. I am happily married, we have been married long enough that the happily part is a choice. We choose to love each other, to serve each other and to smile at the things that drive us insane. When I was a newlywed it was easy to be happily married. Now, I know what I am dealing with, as does Mr. Greene, and he still comes home after work. This is good. He gives me sweet kisses in front of the kids.

Though at 40 my kids are old enough to be grossed out by our kisses. They make gagging noises and try to pull us apart. Yet, they still think we are cool. Our daughter, who is 8, said “I want to marry Daddy when you are done with him.” I explained that I will never be done with him and she will have to go find someone even better than daddy for her but with the same character and dedication to God. My son will walk in the room and tell me I look beautiful, I believe he gets that from his dad. If I am lucky, though never on school property, my son will hold my hand. The biggest, coolest things to do for the kids are to go do things with us. We have a rhythm to life, we know each other, the teen years haven’t hit the Greene household yet. At night when I ask the kids, “who have you served today?” “What have you learned?”  and “what was your favorite thing that happened today?” they still want answer and won’t let me forget to have that time with them.

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At 40 my parents are still alive. My father in law just died this year, really bringing home what I gift to have my parents. We have the added blessing of not only having them living but living in our basement. I lived in their basement too for many years.  My mom cheers me on, she is one of my biggest fans. I hear her brag on my brothers and sister. My Dad is still working, an example of his generation. They don’t think they shouldn’t work, they work, that is what they do. He wears only patriotic ties on Sunday, that is the mentality that built America. Work. We are trying to get Dad to retire but he doesn’t know the meaning of the word.

At 40 I am a full grown woman. Yes. I have some ‘love’ here and there that I didn’t before. Each of them reflects a battle or choice of my life. I don’t regret those scars, those bumps and bruises to my youth. I feel more beautiful than I used to because I like me more. I like my life, who I share it with and what I have accomplished. I remember my mom turning 40 and now I am a real life adult, a real woman. When I was a new makeup artist I was working along side a beautiful woman who spent much of the day primping herself, not the clients and complaining about being older, saying, “after 40 it’s all maintenance!” Well, I disagree, after 40 is when your wisdom and experience combine to make you ravishing along with your outsides that though they may not be what they once were show the world who you choose to be. The laugh lines show you chose to laugh, the little extra says you chose chocolate, which too many women is code for happiness. That little bump of the tummy says you chose to be a mother. It’s not so much the physical but the emotional that makes a woman beautiful, it’s the wisdom in her eyes.

At 40 I have failed. I have failed hard enough and for long enough. Long enough ago now that the wisdom of the failure stays with me and the pain of is forgotten. I will fail again. I will make mistakes and just like in the past the pain will fade and the wisdom will remain. Kinda cool, isn’t it? I am here breathing and I was just fine before. When it was so hard then it got better and so have I at dealing with the tragedy, disappointments and failures that once seemed so encompassing.

At 40 I have felt deep grief, horrid loss and pain. And I am smiling now. I smile because I choose too. I have head my heart broken, had to ask for forgiveness and had to give it, I have buried a child (a pain that never fades), I’ve lost relationships that were dear to me, I was in a wheelchair…  I could go on. But anyone my age had had those or similar bad times. I can say to the fears that I had “it’s okay, it all works out”. I did those first 40 years knowing so little and I get to do the rest of my life 40 plus years knowing everything I now know plus some!! That is very exciting. I get to know more, do more and not be held back by thinking I am not enough. I have been enough to get to here.

Of course for 40, being a skincare expert my skin doesn’t look 40. Oh well, I will have to contend with the problem of people thinking I am too young too know anything of life.. but well, I can handle that. After all I have faced far worse and am here smiling. I am really super excited that I have met this threshold of turning 40!

50 is going to be even better… oh sad thought my kids will be graduating from high school… bummer. I guess I will just have to deal with the loss by traveling the world with my husband.

 

Blast from the Past

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If it’s old, worn and rusty I love it.  Chipped paint, worn and rubbed with use, rusty wheels to grow vines on, tool boxes re purposed with flowers in them, old advertising boxes, a chicken coop door – these things hang on my wall, these things have a story, they have character.  Hands touched them so much that they left a story, even ordinary events like making dinner.

The kitchen handles of the 40’s were often painted red, some of the paint has been worn off from so many meals being made.  These items remind me that the ordinary tasks of taking care of my family is something people have been doing long before I lived.  When I handle these everyday items you can almost see the hands that worked them so much to be that old and worn. They would probably laugh to know that we collect their old canning jars, tablecloths, tools and other objects to decorate our homes. A home with vintage and antique items feels inviting to me, it’s like I can feel the heart, the love and the dedication that made something that can not only last– but see the years of use. I love old, worn and rusty things and I tell Mr. Greene that when he is old, worn and rusty I will love him all the more.

I was traveling alone with my kids, who at the time were three and five. The kids needed to stretch and I really needed to look at little local junk, antique and curio shops.  Paxico, Kansas – population of 221 – had two such shops. The first on the north side of the street had a lot of glass and I needed to get out of there before my kids spent all of my money for broken glass. The next one just to the south was wonderful. It had piles of vintage linens, a new tablecloth I was pretty sure would fit my table. It didn’t but I love it all the same. They had wonderful old clothes which always make me sad as they are never a size I can wear. Stacks against the wall of old prints, a box of street signs, I picked two (street signs are an obsession with me).

My kids were getting anxious… I could spend hours in here.  Heaven really. Then I saw it, on the wall hung an old school map from the 1950’s, the price written on a 3×5 card was $800, which was totally worth it.  I moved a glass doll out of my daughters hands, knowing I couldn’t buy the map, but something in my heart said to look closer.. why tease myself I couldn’t do $800? But I did look and in my awe I realized that I had added a 0.. it was only $80!! I felt faint, tingly. The anticipation and desire had met in a perfect moment!  I could have this, it cold be mine and in a vision of foggy clarity I knew where it would hang on my wall.  The whole trip of 1049.4 miles alone with 2 small kids was worth it in this moment, this would be enough.  Placing my purchases on the counter adding up to just under $100 … amazed, elated, giddy…

I handed over my credit card while chatting happily with the clerk and she with me.  Suddenly the clerk looked perplexed and said “Oh, we don’t take credit cards.” No problem, I thought and took out my debit card. Patiently she said, “we don’t take cards … at all”
Okay, this is fine… don’t panic, “where is the ATM”? I didn’t have any checks with me, who travels with checks!?  This is when my heart started to race, was I sweating?  “We don’t have an ATM in town”  What!?? No ATM.. where was I?  I was in Paxico, Kansas.  She called the local bank, sure enough they only do business with local people.  I was not local.  The closest ATM was 60-70 miles down the road.  The room was spinning— joy was being ripped from my hands.  That was it, the end … I had a schedule I was expected… I couldn’t be taking a 140 mile detour for … sniff….

She was talking and it took me a moment to realize what she was saying – And this is why Paxico Kansas is so stinkin’ cool – She told me to take the map and send a check when I got home.  I, not computing what she said in the moment, had to ask how much for shipping?  She repeated, “take the map in your car and when you get home send us a check”  and handed me the store business card.  “So, you want me to take the map home.. not pay anything now.. and you will trust me to send a check..?” I asked in surpise.

“Yes.”

“And you trust me to do that… you trust people to do that?”

“Yes.”

I started assuring her that I was trust worthy, surprisingly she seemed to believe me… that I would send a check. I picked up my map happily, amazed at how cool this was. Not only was I going to get my 1950’s map, I was getting to buy it in 1950’s style. Outside of Paxico store alarms go off on items you have already paid for, we have identity insurance for us, the kids and the family cats, and two forms of ID just to check my kids out of the Ikea play area.  Security replaces trust. And it’s what living in NOW means, but in Paxico you can still live like it was THEN. I sent the check with a handwritten note. The 1950’s hangs in my reading nook.  It is old, the metal is a little rusty and it is worn on the edges from the hands of the teacher teaching the future of Kansas, about the world outside of Paxico. I am glad that Paxico is still there and I can visit when I want to take the time to travel back in time. Next time, I will bring lots of cash and my check book just in case.

Receiving Gifts

It might seem that the third love language is the easiest, and yes it can be for those of us who easily treat ourselves to items we wish for. Receiving Gifts is love language #3. Most likely if you are the kind of person who really enjoys being given a gift, and it doesn’t mean the gift has to be expensive, this is your love language. Someone who truly feels love when given gifts will cherish it no matter the cost. It is the thought that counts to someone who feels love from being given gifts.

So if you suspect you feel most love when you receive gifts, giving yourself gifts should be a breeze. Well, it can actually be as hard for some as any other love language. Again, we often put ourselves last and rarely sacrifice at the needs of our family and friends, especially when it comes to finances. Well, good thing there are so many ways to be thrifty these days (garage sales, thrift stores, coupon books galore, clearance racks.) If receiving gifts is your primary love language take a good look at your family budget and know that you should just plan for any small amount to be able to get a gift for yourself, even if it’s something from the dollar store. Some people call it an allowance, fun money or mad money, but the point is it should be just for your indulgence.

Giving gifts to yourself lets your internal self know that you are important enough  and do deserve love from yourself. Taking the time to really think about what gift you want for yourself can be a part of the process as well. Make and keep a running list of all the things you might see that are of interest to you. If you know they are out there, when the time comes for giving yourself love you will know exactly what to get yourself. And, alternatively, you could just keep it sporadic and include an indulgent trip to the mall, by yourself and you will be giving more than just a physical gift to yourself, you will be giving the gift of self. We all need some time to ourselves and this is another application of receiving gifts.

Quality Time

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Quality Time

Giving Quality time to ourselves is maybe the most difficult task we have. With so many responsibilities to our families, jobs, homes, and all the other engagements we take upon ourselves, there is not much time left for us. It is so important to take the time out needed to spend with yourself and doing something just for you. This could even mean spending time with someone you love, even someone that is not your spouse. Girlfriends are so important in our lives – even if there is just one that really makes us feel good about ourself. Quality is different than just being together. When we spend quality time we are engaged in conversation without letting distractions in. A good way for this to happen is to actually leave your house. Take your chosen friend and go to a favorite lunch or coffee spot. Even sitting at a park in nature can be calming and produce a deeper conversation where you are truly able to let go. Dr. Chapman would call this togetherness with quality conversation, but in the book he is relating it to you giving your spouse or significant other that love. I’m suggesting that you do this for you especially if this is how you feel love.

Quality activities is another way we feel love through quality time. Finding an activity that you  love doing just for you and creating the time to do it and you will be loving on yourself. Anything you have interest in is also game here. Although, starting  new hobby or activity can be frustrating, so maybe for the first little bit of giving yourself love through quality time you should just stick with something you know you love. Is it running, scrapbooking, photography, yoga. . . You know more than anyone what you love to do. Allowing yourself the time to do it, without feeling guilty, fills your love bank for yourself. If it has been a while since you’ve spent quality time with yourself, it might be helpful to start with a list of activities you think you would enjoy. When you’ve set the time up, just try one until you find the one you most enjoy and give it some focus. Maybe in the process you will feel more than love, you will gain a better sense of accomplishment. Give yourself time and those you love will benefit as well.

Friendly Beauty

Sitting around a table of beautiful women, celebrating a friends milestone thirtieth birthday, I thought “how amazing to have this many wonderful women in my life.” Our girlfriends add so much to our individual beauty – give us security, compliments, and support. Many are there for us in times of insecurity, when we just can’t find the positive reinforcement needed to move past the negative thoughts. Even better, sharing moments of joy and happiness, making them even sweeter. Sharing in each others joy builds our own joy immensely.

Treating ourselves to nights filled with girlfriends adds perspective to the daily trials we each go through. Although each woman has a different trial at any given moment, listening and sharing with each others trials may lighten our load considerably. Creating a balance between responsibility and leisure, gives us a break and reboots, often much needed, positivity. Filling up on these positive moments is so energizing anything afterwards seems possible. On the same point, letting go of the negativity that can be brought to these evenings is freeing. Handling everyday life gets easier each time we just live in the moment with our beautiful girlfriends.