It all happened so quickly. I assumed my anxiety levels were just at an all-time high, likely a result of sleep deprivation; the typical daily stresses of life, tax season, and new home ownership; the looming 40th birthday on the horizon. But then my thoughts became obsessive in a way they had never been before. I tormented the fuck out of poor Bryan when I brought home a galvanized pot from Kirkland’s and asked him repeatedly where I should hang it. When I knew he hated it. I must have nagged him ten times until he freaked out and I realized “HOLY SHIT, I’m due for a psych evaluation.”
Then I had a weird altercation with my boss on a Friday, a day when we typically meet for long hours in a Starbucks to discuss life and work and catch up on our many accounts. Long story short, I didn’t make it to Starbucks that day and I had a total meltdown over a campaign when really, it was about so much more. In the words of James Kennedy, “it’s not about the pasta!” And if you don’t watch Vanderpump Rules, get to it immediately because that is one of the greatest references in reality TV I’ve ever heard.
Sometimes life sucker punches me in the gut and I feel powerless against it. And this milestone birthday year is freaking me out, you guys. I feel pressured to DO SOMETHING for it, and I don’t want to face the music that I am turning 40 when in my heart I feel all of 20. Isn’t that silly?
My saving grace in all of this is the fact that we have finally, FINALLY booked a vacation—we are going to Berlin in May! We actually timed our trip so that it falls smack dab in the middle of both of our 40th birthdays. Having this on the calendar has made a HUGE difference and allows me something healthy and productive to obsess over (ha!).
Am I the only one who has an epic meltdown over a big birthday? Did you feel pressured to do something epic to celebrate a new decade? Let me know in the comments! Also I’m so very sorry I’ve been a horrible, no good, very bad bloggy friend and promise to make that up to you all. XOXO