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40 Things I Know At 40

Hi, I'm Cyn. I'm 40 and I'm just getting started.

It never ceases to amaze me what different people we are between being 20, 30 and 40. I had always heard that at 40, you are finally at the point where you discover who you really are, what you want in life, how to go about it, and, perhaps most importantly, how little superfluous things and people mean to your life. You realize that the clock on life is ticking and you're not going to waste your energy on those things and people.
So these are some things I've learned, and just want to share them. I've read over the handwritten words of this list I've made several times, to serve as a reminder. I may be 40, but I'm just getting started!


Things I know at 40

1. Age REALLY IS just a number. It is all in how you care for yourself, physically, emotionally and spiritually that matters. I have, as a nurse, seen people in their early 20's who look like they could get the senior discount at the movies, and …

News!

Thank you for your readership my friends! I continue to receive additional hits and shares, and as a result, have some fun news!  I am in development of my own website that will be launching very soon. It has been designed and will be a comprehensive,  fun, (hopefully helpful and encouraging) and, most importantly, entertaining site! I will be sharing the information on my facebook page soon, and if you would like the link to poke around, just private message me and I will share with you.

I have LOTS to talk about! (This is not news). :)

XOXO,

C.

40, A Short Story.

It didn't feel like it. It didn't feel like this dramatic turning-of-the-page, entering-a-new-era, downhill-slide, visceral dread kind of moment. She blinked strongly to open those sleepy greens and focused on the quiet whir of the ceiling fan.
Everything feels exactly the same.
The exit from bed, sliding the tousled coral comforter aside, her solid body making itself upright, her Victoria's sleep shirt drifting over her curves, felt exactly the same. 
The sight of her handsome husband buttoning up his dress shirt for work, his serious face in the mirror as he did his sandy brown hair and sprayed on the cologne she loved. He was the same.
The face in the mirror, the messy blonde bed-head, the slight darkness under her eyes signifying not quite enough sleep because she shared some downtime with her husband---and then caught up on the Wendy Williams show last night---the same. Maybe not the same as 1996, but almost.
The good makeup that she couldn't have afforded in her 20&…