Exactly one month from today, I will be entering a new decade. It is a day, I have been dreading for years. Especially, in a time where(for the right price), turning back the clock on your face is well~as easy as, turning back your clock. I think women of today, have a much harder time aging than our mothers did. It seems after 30, mom pretty much pulled on her elastic waistband, polyester pants and called it a day. But now, we hear “50 is the new 40”, “40 is the new 30” and “20 is the new 10?”. Explains a lot. And it adds more pressure for us to spend time and money on recapturing our youth. I also think, with looking younger, comes acting younger. Which is not always a good thing.
For me acting younger was, taking things for granted. I carried this bad habit, like a coveted Gucci Bag, straight from my 20’s into my 30’s. And though I don’t have a choice but to take my 40-year-old ass into a new decade, I do have the choice to leave that old habit behind(no pun intended).