Half a year. 26 weeks. 182 days.
Despite the the calculations, I am not actively clock watching. Just coming to terms, with another milestone, that is looming. My 40th.
The expectation to be happy, settled and financially stable is real. To have travelled. To be secure. To be on a path to success. To be less chubby. To have found my bliss and all that shit. It’s safe to say, that I am coming up short, on most counts.
Then there is the added pressure, of how you celebrate, this momentous occasion. Me and my people, rolling up to Nandos, just won’t cut the mustard. The bar is high. If you have any pride at all – you need to get some, if not all, of the following things in:
- Extend your day to at least a 4 day celebration
- Jet off to Europe or somewhere instagram worthy
- Prosecco and/or Gin must be involved
- A concert or theatre show is on the itinerary
- Rooftop terrace for cocktails and a swanky bar/restaurant for a meal
- Shopping and envious gifts aplenty
- Spa treatments treatments with the girls
- Romantic alone time with the significant other
- The party, gathering or soiree with all your best ones
Don’t forget, that all this activity, needs to be Facebook and instagram official. All looking glam, contoured and shitting fabulous.
Ok. I am not a Debbie Downer, I am more of a Realistic Rachel.
Putting aside, the fact that my husband and I are skint and have no childcare. It is also worth noting that most people, 4 weeks from Christmas, will be broke. We have to appreciate that our people, also have things to juggle and more pressing engagements to attend. Annual leave entitlement for most folk, has been obliterated; by the more sexier time of year…Summer. I don’t have a big enough squad, to fill a kitchen, let alone a venue so…
With no money, time or people, one must think more creatively. Something more low key, intimate…cheap.
I have always liked the Lemon and Herb chicken wraps in Nandos. They now do Halloumi sticks and dip!!! Sold!! Will have to collect it though, as according to the postcode finder, they don’t deliver to my house – whether I’m 40 or not!!!