There was an olive in my bra.
It was green and fridge-cold. I’d been scoffing them straight from the jar when the rogue fella slipped and disappeared down the front of my t-shirt.
The olives were a hasty 3pm lunch on a wet and windy Friday last November. I’d been installed on the couch avec laptop since 9am, a mere 700 steps on my Fitbit.
As I rummaged round in my ancient sports bra, wondering if I could snuffle out that olive like a truffle pig, I caught the reflection of my faded tracky dacks and paint-stained grey hoodie in the kitchen window.
Hmmm… you know what? I thought. I think I’m ready to take things up a notch!
That’s when Operation Foxy by 40 really kicked off.
The moment I turned 38 back on 1 November, my mind immediately skipped over 39 and started thinking about the big Four Oh:
- How did I want to feel on 1 November 2017?
- What do I want to be doing?
- What will everyday life to look like?
- What would happen if I got out of my own bloody way for awhile?
I’m not talking about radical change here. It’s more a gentle renovation.
I just don’t want to wake up on 1 November 2017 feeling irritated or somewhat disappointed, like after an episode of Outlander without an Adult Scene.
On the whole the 30s have been bloody awesome. I’ve navigated some Mega Highs and Truly Shitty Bits. What I haven’t handled so well is all the spaces in between. For every big event there’s been a corresponding period of hiding and neglect that’s been at least three times as long. I’m getting on in years and I want to stop messing about. So I’m working like a mofo to make the everyday stuff more solid and sparkly.
Why Foxy by 40? It’s a bit tongue in cheek, and I like alliteration. For me, foxy is a feeling and a state of mind!
This is a two-year experiment to see how it would feel to take the best bits of 20s me and combine them with the best of the 30s into a SUPER SHAUNY. Or at least a slightly more competent, consistent and cared-for Shauny.
From the 20s:
Reclaim: Determination, spark and endurance. The joy of putting in solid effort over time. The joy of blogging ones guts out.
Ditch: Self loathing. The weight obsession (and you thought it was all about the lard, young Shauna… I’ve got two words for you… gravity and greyhairs)
From the 30s:
Keep: Perspective. Not taking things too personally. Holding what I love lightly.
Ditch: Hiding. Denial. Lack of exercise. That low-grade-meh, second-gear feeling.
Seven months in, I’m feeling more confident that I’m not just pissfarting around this time! So I’ll be doing regular updates on my Foxy by 40 adventures on here. Follow if you fancy this bold quest to:
- hide less and have more fun
- improve my health (not as lip service; not as dieting and restriction in disguise)
- build a wardrobe less funereal (yes, it’s still dire, two years since I wrote about it)
- put olives onto a plate instead of into my brassiere.
P.S. My “monthly” newsletter is coming back from the dead! (last seen March 2014). There will be bonus stories, writing tools and maybe even a mini-column from the Mothership. Hop on board here if that sounds good…