forty.
For the past few years I’ve been thinking a lot about aging. Perhaps because 40 was seemingly just around the corner, and now it’s - today.
Below is something I wrote three years ago on the very topic:
Last night, getting ready for bed, I watched my hands - adorned in carpal tunnel braces*, rise slowly towards my nose holding a clear Breath-Right strip, size small (my nose is the thinnest feature on my body, it’s important you know this fact). I applied the strip and noticed the sleep mask resting on my forehead awaiting its time to shine in mere moments. I adjust my blue, foam ear plugs to ensure the fit is juuuust right and saunter to bed realizing, as if it was brand new information, I am no longer young.
One would think the minivan purchase the prior year would’ve tipped me off but no, it was this very moment.
*For curious minds, I had carpal tunnel surgery in both hands last Summer and therefore now sleep with free-moving wrists. I’m basically aging backwards now.
Amongst these deep thoughts on aging, is the camp consideration and which I will join.
Camp Embrace: Definitely located deep in the woods somewhere remote where all campers embrace past and future sun damage. Laugh and frown lines abundant; telling the highs and lows of camper’s lives. Unapologetic cellulite exposed at every turn and a severe lack of underwire - seemingly nowhere to be found on campgrounds. A lot of wine and cake is consumed.
Camp NOPE: Likely located in Los Angeles. Upon check in, like lei’s placed around your neck in Hawaii, you are injected with Botox in the areas of your choosing. Your day begins with a Pilates class and ends with a spanx fitting. Juice cleanses, facials, and injectables fill your days - and lips.
Both camps are lovely, each offering the enrolled campers their desired experience. I understand the appeal in both camps. I have friends enrolled in both camps. While unsure formally which camp I will join, I know where I lean.
Regardless, my overarching thoughts on aging are summed up by this phrase:
| aging is a privilege |
Every day I wake up able to move my body, think thoughts, care for my babies, love my husband, work my job, speak my mind, see the stars, hear the wind blow, cook a meal, and beyond - is a gift.
A gift not given to all.
Nothing is guaranteed in this life. Nothing. A lesson I learned abruptly when Maria was taken from this earth 4 years and 3 months ago.
So here is to the next decade of life. I am indescribably grateful to have gotten this far.
-Aubrey
PS - Written from the fanciest spa in Houston. I’ve been wearing a robe since noon today sipping Prosecco and being pampered. Highly recommend. 10/10.
