Like everybody else I dreaded turning 40s. It is officially supposed to mean the end of your youth but fortunately I am thoroughly enjoying this phase of life. I find growing old very liberating and empowering. To begin with you yourself are somewhat sure about what works and doesn’t work for you. The confusion is all over and done with. A strong feeling now is I know I can survive hardships, struggles and more...which was totally absent a few years back.
I can’t say I am jealous of younger women but I do feel an urge to tell them that whatever issues you have are really not worth fighting or spending sleepless nights. The fights with husband/partner are no longer about ridiculous things. He wants to watch the match. Cool, I will read a book. He doesn’t want to go shopping...fine, I will go myself. A woman in her 40s is unlikely to ask her husband/partner, “Do I look fat in this dress?” and then later hold it against him when he answers in affirmative....mostly she knows exactly how fat she looks. A woman in her 40s will not wait for someone to ask her for a dance. She wants to dance and she will just get up and do so before the moment goes by...I think all this makes me a better person, partner and a mother. You are less of a nag and thankfully, the drama in life comes down significantly.
In Indian context especially an older woman has much more freedom than a young woman. It is possible to go out with male friends for a movie or to a pub without getting the looks, which was not possible even a years back. You are not bothered about anyone’s opinion and just want to live life to the fullest.
Of course you don’t want to look old when you look at your reflection in the mirror. This is one aspect of getting old which is not welcome at all. I almost cringe every time I look in the mirror...where exactly did that smooth skin go? And it is just so much harder to lose weight now. I try and I try and I keep on trying with no improvement whatsoever on weighing scale...Sigh!
In spite of that wouldn’t trade the wisdom, deep sense of wellbeing and confidence with anything. Love my age and love growing old...
I can’t say I am jealous of younger women but I do feel an urge to tell them that whatever issues you have are really not worth fighting or spending sleepless nights. The fights with husband/partner are no longer about ridiculous things. He wants to watch the match. Cool, I will read a book. He doesn’t want to go shopping...fine, I will go myself. A woman in her 40s is unlikely to ask her husband/partner, “Do I look fat in this dress?” and then later hold it against him when he answers in affirmative....mostly she knows exactly how fat she looks. A woman in her 40s will not wait for someone to ask her for a dance. She wants to dance and she will just get up and do so before the moment goes by...I think all this makes me a better person, partner and a mother. You are less of a nag and thankfully, the drama in life comes down significantly.
In Indian context especially an older woman has much more freedom than a young woman. It is possible to go out with male friends for a movie or to a pub without getting the looks, which was not possible even a years back. You are not bothered about anyone’s opinion and just want to live life to the fullest.
Of course you don’t want to look old when you look at your reflection in the mirror. This is one aspect of getting old which is not welcome at all. I almost cringe every time I look in the mirror...where exactly did that smooth skin go? And it is just so much harder to lose weight now. I try and I try and I keep on trying with no improvement whatsoever on weighing scale...Sigh!
In spite of that wouldn’t trade the wisdom, deep sense of wellbeing and confidence with anything. Love my age and love growing old...
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I am sure you are lovely
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