The Pharmacy Chick

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Happy Birthday to me!

Filed under: Uncategorized — pharmacychick at 8:39 pm on Monday, September 14, 2015

Pharmacy chick recently had a birthday. ( Very recently) A small group of us ladies were commiserating on the tee box about our ages.  We all agreed that our bodies were certainly not the beauty it was at an earlier time but for the most part we were all pretty content with our present conditions.  I shared my opinion ( as the birthday girl) and thought maybe it might be good enough to share with you too. I basically said:

In my teens I was stressed.  I grew up fairly lower middle class so I never had too many nice things.  I wasn’t popular in school and had few friends.  I was trying to find my way in life and was still learning who I was, not an easy task for an unpopular  geeky kid from the midwest. I hated how I looked and felt ugly when I looked in the mirror.

In my twenties, I was stressed because I was  just out of college, I was getting a job, and getting a house ( and a house payment), and a car ( and a car payment). I was accumulating stuff ( and debt) and starting to pay off my school loans which had come due.  I was trying to determine my way career-wise and developing what path I wanted my life to take with my  new husband.  I moved to a new city and had to build a new life and find friends. I wanted to look like a million bucks and would spend some effort to look well. We went out a lot, and wanted to keep up with the Joneses…

In my thirties I was stressed because those years represented unmet expectations.  I wrestled with disappointment with my job as a pharmacist I thought it would be soooo different, I count, pour, lick, stick and argue with insurance companies and patients.  I felt my life was a dead end path of paying bills, going to work,paying bills, going to work, you get the picture.  It was a rather mundane cycle.

My forties represented a turning point.  It was the decade of  attitude adjustment/adjusted expectations. It also represented acceptance of what IS vs what I had planned.   I no longer cared about climbing a corporate ladder. I became content with the fact that the business I entered 20 years ago, didn’t exist anymore and I wasn’t going to change that.  I also had cultivated a whole new life of friends that became my family.  My debt load was decreasing because I learned that the stuff i had was fine and didn’t need to buy more stuff just because my other stuff was old.

Now I am into my fifties…by a few years.. My fifties represent contentment.  Not only do I not care about corporate advancement, but I don’t even care that much about work.  I work hard and dedicated but my life isn’t about pharmacy anymore.  I don’t care what people think of me, I don’t care about my little muffin top.  I don’t care if I have white sox with black pants and  if they are a little wrinkled, thats ok too.   I have an abundance of friends who feel the same way.  They can come over and see my dirty dishes in the sink. I can have them over for dinner and put a put a roll of paper towels out for napkins and they don’t care either. I make no effort to cover my grey hair, and if I put a curling iron on it I am lucky. Workwise,  Im not impressed with corporate initiatives but I do what I can without over stressing myself.  I prefer to fly under the radar, not light the radar up with my performance.  I don’t care about recognition, or awards or achievements anymore.   Keeping up with the Joneses is a distant memory because I still have most of the stuff I had from my thirties and forties.  I own my home. I have some $ in the bank, Im planning for the next big thing: retirement.  There is light at the end of the work tunnel.

yup, Happy birthday to me.  My birthday present was the best ever,  time with my friends on the golf course and the dinner table at home. We had sandwiches and fruit.  It doesn’t get any better than that, and after my earlier week nightmare, It was a real blessing.



Comment by Liz Harris

September 15, 2015 @ 12:28 pm

Amen, sistah. It’s a shame it takes soooooo long for us to realize that we are our own people, not the object of someone else’s version of us.

I got an early start at accepting myself due to fine parenting combined with a history of being bullied all through school. Strangely, the bullies made me stronger.

Every once in a while I get a chance to encourage a younger person to realize what we already know and hope it makes a difference for them.

Happy Birthday!!

Comment by Jade

September 16, 2015 @ 7:33 pm

Cheers, PC! Sounds like a wonderful way to start the next year.

I guess some of us hit that plateau about the same time, don’t we? I was always younger than my peers, and now I don’t even remember how old I am most of the time–because I find some things are amazing no matter how many times I run into them. (Other things, as you note, don’t matter a fig anymore.)

Comment by PharmacyJim

September 16, 2015 @ 8:27 pm

Happy Birthday PC! I too am satisfied with less new things and very little debt. Life is too unsure to stay leveraged up to our eyeballs! My idea of a good vacation is just being away from work, ha!

Comment by Gary

October 17, 2015 @ 1:59 pm

Hope you enjoyed it! During my birthday recently I went with some friends to my favorite pizza place, planted my rear in a chair, and drank beer and ate pizza. It was a great day, except for the fact that there was a guy sitting in front of us with like half of his butt hanging out. Seriously – it was like 4 or 5 inches of butt crack. I would have taken a picture but if he had caught me he probably would have shoved my cell phone in my private parts. Anyway, as a guy I was embarrassed for all guys everywhere because of this display. But I guess women know we’re slobs at this point, right? Anyway, male butt crack aside it was an awesome day!

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