Happy Birthday to me...

Thanks to everyone who called, sang to me, sent cards and e-mailed Happy Birthday Wishes on Saturday.  I wouldn't normally make it a public event, but since I survived the big 40 last year and 41 was a little more anti-climatic I wrote a poem about it for my writing class today.

Forty-One

What you remember about turning 40 is really fine.

Joke cards and black flowers and Oprah saying,

"Don't worry forty is the new twenty."

I blew out all those candles and wrote a letter to myself.

It still hangs on the mirror in the bathroom.

Girl,

Today you are forty. Time to get serious about things.

I solemnly swear I will:

Apply wrinkle cream every night before I go to sleep.

Spend more time playing with the children.

Read my digital camera manual.

Give up wearing my husband's oversized t-shirts to bed.

Wear nice underwear sometimes.

Develop inner calm.

I solemnly swear I will not:

Waste money on fancy coffee drinks at Starbucks

Spend hours surfing the internet.

Nag my husband daily.

Fantasize about life in San Francisco before the children were born.

Watch reality TV.

Throw recycling cans or bottles into the regular trash...

What? What's that? What's that you say?

I can throw my list away?

I'm turning 41 on Saturday.

 

**It's so nice not to have the pressure this year of beginning a new decade :)!!