You may recall from a previous post that I wanted to do a bunch of stuff that is outside of my comfort zone. Much of that is prompted my 40th birthday this year and my entry into the statistical middle-age (technically that happened last year, but nobody likes a know-it-all). Ugh. I wish I were like many of my friends that say they don't feel 40. I feel forty, in my back, feet, shoulders, legs...
This has prompted some rather rash decisions on my part. Like the decision to participate in a mud run. I don't run and I sure as hell wouldn't do it in mud. The only mud that touches this skin (usually) is the European kind that is painted on by the delicate hand of a well-trained masseuse. But, here is the proof to the contrary:
I blame my sisters; I will also never forgive them :) Just in case you were wondering, this is a one and done experience.
Second, and probably more shocking if you know my overwhelming need to analyze any financial decision against a myriad of factors, was this:
Yes, I bought a brand-fricking-new BMW. I call her Sydney. Immediately following the paperwork signing I drove home in my old car (for sale if you are interested) and had a major meltdown. Major. Meltdown. Couldn't breathe, sobbing gag-fest. Arm-chair psychologists would likely attribute it my feelings of self-worth, nope, it's all about the money. I'm cheap. I enjoy being frugal and very thoughtful and analytical in all financial decisions. I am very conservative. Then I go buy a performance/luxury car. But, man, she goes. Don't piss her off, she'll kick your ass--just like her namesake. I love her like Don Draper loves his liquor. To hell with the consequences.
Finally, (yes there is more evidence of questionable decision making!), I'm heading to Vegas with some of my best gal pals to celebrate the actual event. Some of you may be saying to yourself "but you hate Vegas", and you would be correct. But, after much consideration I deemed it to be the best place to get 1. a variety of things to do, 2. not freezing/snowy weather and 3. cheap (you thought I was a lost cause there for a minute, didn't you?)
So, here's to Carpe Diem. Life is too damn short to not run in the mud (once) buy a car you love and celebrate a milestone with friends.
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You go girl! By the way, that may be an age appropriate gift for you now (sorry - welcome to the fab decade!)
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