Really. I think I'm there. I was walking through the store today, looking for shampoo and stopped at the hair color. I'll be 40 in December (that's the first time I ever acknowledged that in words) and I'm already feeling depressed. I've never colored my hair before, but I bought the dye.
I'm not sure what I expect hair coloring to do for me. I'll still be the same person-divorced, raising two kids on my own, no relationship prospects and I'm not sure I want one. If I don't want a relationship, then what's my problem? 40. Yesterday I was thinking about how long I had left and realized my life is half over-well over half over.
My thirties haven't been great. I should be happy to see this decade go. Divorced.Lost the only home my kids knew. Losing a good friend because she used me to get close to my ex. Home burned down. The flood. My illnesses. Jordan's illness. There's more I'm sure. So why wouldn't I be glad to put that mess behind me?
I'm going to honor my feelings. I'll grow from them. I just wish they wouldn't stay so long.