Crap you no longer care about when you hit 40
I turned 40 this last year and just like everyone warned there are changes you can expect when hitting this milestone. I’m not talking hot flashes and mood swings, although those are probably in my near future. I’m mean a certain confidence that comes along with reaching forty. It’s like seeing life through an exclusive Instagram filter that allows you to no longer care about nonsense (a nicer way to say BS).
These are the top 5 things I couldn’t care less about anymore
People not liking me
It’s okay. No, really it is. I probably don’t like you either. I try to impart my 40-year-old wisdom on my “tween-aged” girls. I explain how everyone is not going to like you and that is perfectly fine. You need to like you. Then you need find your tribe of weirdos, and stick together.
Wearing a swimsuit
Living in Southwest Florida, I just don’t have time to care about this anymore. Don’t get me wrong, I want to be in better shape, I want to rock a bikini, but I also want to enjoy my life. Plus, I’m raising two girls that I want to be comfortable in their own skin more than I give a flock what I look like in a bathing suit. In case you skipped this lesson in 6th grade health class, our bodies change as we age. Learn to be comfortable in every stage.
Sharing my opinion
Yup, in case you haven’t noticed yet, I have one. I’ve learned in my forty years that I don’t necessarily have to always share. There are some battles you just won’t win, minds you won’t change, and conversations to be avoided. A question a friend taught me to ask is “Will my comment/opinion be beneficial to this conversation?”. If the answer is no, it probably stems from selfish reasons.
A spotless house
I grew up in a what seemed like a showroom. That sounds like fun, amirite? Yes, that was sarcasm. I do have expectations of what I want my home to look and feel like but I’ve also become more realistic. There are seasons of our life where we are busier, or have home improvements happening. It’s not rational to presume my home will always be neat and tidy. I used to try to hide it like a bad habit. Now, I sit it on the front porch and serve it a cocktail.
This may surprise some of you, but I don’t know everything. I spent so much of my life trying to prove myself. It may come along with being a perfectionist but it’s exhausting. The older I get the more I realize how little I know. Which is still infinitely more than I knew or thought I knew in my 20’s. The difference is, I don’t pretend to know it all now. I ask questions, even when I think it may make me look stupid, because 9 out of 10 times it doesn’t make me look stupid and someone else was too afraid to ask the same darn question!