40 - High Time to Start Living Out Loud
Three months and four days from today, I will officially cross into a brand new decade. Not that I’m counting (or obsessing). I’ve been told by women-in-the-know that 40s are the best. I’m told that I’ll become magically transformed where I am at peace – comfortable in my own skin and content with who I am. Really?
If that’s the case, I need to clear my calendar and start working on achieving comfort and contentment in the next 62 days. 40 is a big birthday and I don’t care to get old. Even as a kid, I’ve acted the part of a responsible, mature, well-behaved person. What I want … a pair of black leather pants. Yep … that’s it. Mama wants a pair of hot pants. Of course, my fashion sense doesn’t skew “hot mama.” In the summer, my fashion is light and loose. In the winter, I’m all frump – trying to layer on as many clothes to render me warm (don’t even try to picture it). In fact, I recently added a Snuggie to my fashion repertoire. It was a pre-holiday gift and oh, how I love that velour wrap of warmness. Needless to say, leather pants are a lot outside my normal operating procedure.
Most days, I dash from shower to closet to mirror to car. It’s rare that I actually stop and look at myself. When I do, I see the lines and the not-so-straight teeth. I see the sun spots! I see all kinds of imperfection, but most of the time, I’m too busy to worry about any of it.
In fact, the pants are not at all about looking a certain age. Instead, they are about feeling. They are about locking away my schedules and responsibilities and being completely impulsive. They are about living out loud … in really hot pants.Continued on the next page