I Was 40 When I Learned To Do Makeup
Ending the idea of blooming late.
I learned how to do makeup this year. The year I turned 40. Is it landing for you that the best year to learn makeup was quite literally more than two decades earlier than when it happened for me? You know what, it’s fine. It’s fine! I did other things when I was a teen like develop the ability to be funny via a self-minimizing inner monologue fueled by being bullied, don’t worry about ME, missy! I’ve spent a bit of time mulling over the idea of lateness, lately. The societally supported feeling that we’re “late” to do something, achieve a milestone, or reach any life marker we attach importance to that makes us feel behind. I think the notion of being “behind” is absurd, and I think the idea of being “late” isn’t real.
Wouldn’t it be great, like just the best, if we could fully grasp the concept that everything is meant to happen when and how it happens before we’re on our deathbeds? Imagine being able to fully integrate the calm confidence of a 93 year old 50 years earlier. What if we could act like we’ve seen some shit before having seen said shit, you know? It’s true either way so I’m hopping on board, do join me.
There’s no other way to move forward than the way you’re going, and no way to alter what happened in the past. (Though, I will say I’m a fan of cognitive behavioral therapy for…
