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Looking at 40

Posted: November 22nd, 2010 | Author: | Filed under: Column | Tags: , , , , , , , , | 7 Comments »

I”ll be 37 in a few days. Because I still feel as though I’m somewhere in my mid-twenties it always comes as a surprise when I realise that, yes, it’s 2010 and that means I’m definitely not in my twenties anymore. I mean, wasn’t it just yesterday I was ringing in my 26th birthday in the Queen’s Park Savannah with the Vox Crew, led by my brother Taye and Remy “Rembunction” Yearwood, as they sang happy birthday, drowning out Wyclef’s performance?

But it’s a decade later. No concerts in the Savannah this year, I think. No throngs of well-wishers. Instead, wrinkles on my neck, two or three unfinished projects (a couple more unstarted, even), a pitiful bank balance, a beat-up car, long-dead parents, a semi-abandoned career as a journalist, and worse hearing with every day (possibly from too many concerts, in the Savannah and elsewhere, when I was young). Counting my blessings: great friends I don’t see enough, great friends who have seen me through decades of years and gallons of tears; two daughters who delight and amaze me daily; a kitten who pees all over the house but whom I love like I’ve never loved an animal before; an NGO and a great team to help build it; one short novel and a book I’ve edited.

My wrinkly neck. By age 40 I'll look like I'm ready for a Thanksgiving pardon.

Peering down the road at 40, I can see more wrinkles, perhaps less cat pee, if I’m lucky and Fennec gets some behaviour. Maybe I’ll go back into journalism, and that would help the bank balance, even, possibly, the beat-up car. Maybe not; I’m too accustomed now to doing what I like, mostly when I like it, to go back to the rigor and inconvenience of being on someone else’s time clock. When the NGO grows up, as it must, maybe I will earn an actual salary and be able to support myself from it. Or maybe I’ll just hold out until the children are grown and they can support me for a change. (Ha. Miss Thing just announced she wants to be an anthropologist. Damn, must she get the “earn no money” gene from her father and me? On the upside, The Lady says she wants to be rich and famous. There is hope yet.)

At least reaching this age I can dismiss or refine some aspirations. I definitely won’t have the BMW I wished I’d had by age 30. I might have to push the Nobel Prize back to age 70. Bummer. My Great West Indian Novel is yet to be finished; maybe it will be “published to unanimous acclaim in over 22 countries” (to steal Miss Thing’s pet phrase) by the time I’m 45? That’s only eight years away. One thing about growing older: you definitely learn that time flies–the Concorde.

7 Comments on “Looking at 40”

  1. 1 Elspeth said at 1:36 pm on November 22nd, 2010:

    All just numbers . . .

  2. 2 Ayanna said at 5:31 pm on November 22nd, 2010:

    You look the same way I remember you when we were in secondary school. 🙂 I met you in 1990.

    Keep up the good work!

  3. 3 Cheryl Wright said at 9:28 pm on November 22nd, 2010:

    40’s the new 20 and wrinkles are evidence of a life lived

    Girl, you’re looking fiiiine.

  4. 4 sharon millar said at 7:37 am on November 23rd, 2010:

    It all gets better after forty. No joke.
    And that list of achievements is amazing. Read it back to yourself – you should be proud.

  5. 5 Global Voices in English » Trinidad & Tobago: Closer to 40 said at 9:15 am on November 23rd, 2010:

    […] Lisa Allen-Agostini considers what 40 might look like. […]

  6. 6 Lynn Sweeting said at 4:19 pm on November 26th, 2010:

    it only gets worse…

  7. 7 Des said at 9:36 pm on February 17th, 2011:

    Oh please, Lisa. There are no wrinkles on your neck 🙂

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