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A Wrinkle in Time

On turning 45

By Carla Lucchetta, 18 Jan 2006, TheTyee.ca

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A couple of decades ago, I made my living selling the illusion of youth to aging women. They would approach my cosmetic counter, gaze upon my barely twenty-year-old fresh face, the one that could accommodate layers of makeup without it seeping into cracks and crevices, and they'd say "I want to look like you." No kidding. I sold these desperate women lotions and potions and repair creams and felt no guilt about making my five percent commission at the expense of their insecurities. The more help they believed they needed, the more money I pocketed.

Now, I am one of them.

Every night, I open up impossibly small jars containing very pricey miracle creams -- first the repair, then the eye lifting serum and finishing with age-defying moisturizer and plumping lip balm. I try to understand how and why my face is losing elasticity, therefore softness. I look at other women my age whose hormones are obviously so out of whack that they have started looking a little masculine around the edges. Most people think I don't look anywhere near my age, but that doesn't stop me.

Nor can it stop the inevitability of my 45th birthday. However, I really think my preoccupation with the state of my skin is a symptom of something else. That something is the very sobering reality that, if I live at least as long as my parents did at 75 and 79, I now have more time behind me than in front. I spend time in equal parts feeling I have to squeeze the rest of my unlived experiences in to an unknown amount of time, and immobilized by whether or not the next movement forward is the exact right step. I figure if I can obliterate the ravages of time from my face, I might be able to fool myself into thinking I have more of it to experiment with and therefore don't have to worry about making mistakes.

It does occur to me that this is a strange occupation.

A friend recently asked me if I felt old. No, I don't. But I definitely feel as though I've lived for 45 years. And not just because my eyes are distressingly beginning to fail me and I have a hard time staying up late. I know a little more about life than ever before, and am finally beginning to be comfortable in my skin, sort of.

And I guess I have painstakingly learned what and who not to waste my energy on. The thing is, when you're young, you think you have a luxurious amount of time ahead of you, and you don't understand fully that each moment of time used matters in the grand scheme of your life. You don't necessarily worry about where this or that choice might lead. I never want to feel as though I wasted any moments of my life at all, but lately, I can't seem to ignore that time deficit staring me right in the face.

Alternative assumptions

You see, I lead a somewhat alternative life for a 45-year-old woman. Apparently. I only know this because of the statements people make to me about my life and the assumptions inherent within. "Obviously, you don't want to get married," they say. Or, "If you wanted to have children, you would have had them by now." By far, my all-time favorite assumption is that I have a carefree, bar-hopping, man-eating lifestyle devoid of real responsibility (children) or commitment (husband). I must admit, the most hurtful comment that I hear astonishingly often is: you have to have children to understand.

In actual fact, I do want to be married. Even worse, I'd like it to be the purest of experiences most people approaching such a union have: to a man who has also never been married and has yet to have children. Probably not very realistic. Secondly, at no time in my life have I ever not wanted children. I simply have not felt ready for either of these major life steps. Forty may be the new 30, but it's hard to stare down 45 when you're still not entirely ready for the things you're supposed to want the most.

Is it any wonder my motto is there's not only one way to live?

Thanks to Sex and the City, the one pop culture example we have of single and over 40 is the unfortunate antics of one oversexed, kind of crass, more-girl-than-woman Samantha Jones. In the real world, unmarried and unfettered at this age doesn't also mean immature.

Solitary fulfillment

In fact, I have an extremely settled and, for now, intentionally solitary life filled with cooking, baking, cleaning and reading. I prefer the company of one good friend at a time, a compelling book or a blank writing page than time spent in noisy bars, chasing men. That pursuit seems like an entirely frivolous one at this age.

Having said all that, I find myself wondering why this 45-thing has me so wound up, although I have a sense that it coincides with having now lost both my parents. I've spent most of this year in introspective evaluation of every single choice I've made in an effort to determine where my life took the uncommon turn it has. Why didn't I quit that job that wasn't my passion sooner, have more confidence and less hard-headedness, spend less time waiting and more time travelling, taken a couple of great leaps of faith, marry that one guy that asked?

Let me tell you, it's exhausting.

I'd sure like to commiserate with like-minded women in similar situations. But I just don't know any! I do spend a good deal of time listening to women complain about husbands and children, talk about their divorces, remarriages and issues with step-children. In the face of all that life, I usually find myself uncharacteristically quiet. There's a lot of envy involved on their part for my perceived swinging single life and they ply me for tales of glory and tips on how to do it successfully.

The thing is, I really wouldn't know.

Carla Lucchetta is a freelance writer and TV producer. Her commentary on "the way we live today" can be found at www.herkind.com  [Tyee]

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  • Smart Chick

    6 years ago

    Comments on "A Wrinkle in Time"

    Well said. I'll be 40 this year, and I'm having similar feelings.

  • kurt

    6 years ago

    As they say, growing older beats the alternative. Might as well be Absolutely Fabulous....

  • nightbloom

    6 years ago

    Good article -

    Hell, I'm a man who just hit his mid-thirties and I can still relate!

    First signs that a guy has reached a certain point: five times a day is a wistful memory; the shower drain clogs once a week with astonishing amounts of hair; the once-admired bubble-butt begins migrating to the front of the abdomen and turns to jello.

  • allan

    6 years ago

    Carla, get off the beauty or bust merry-go-round.

    At your age you ought to have realized there is no end to the lures and guilt tossed upon anyone willing to chase the youth fairy.

    Believe me, you ain't old sis and, if you can get beyond the jingos telling you you are, you'll laugh at this article in a decade.

  • tommymoore

    6 years ago

    I like the term "well ripened". On the vine that is life. Nice article Carla; having just passed my own forty fifth, much of your insights ring true for me too. Curiously so, since I'm male, married 23 years. with five great children. A quarter century plus working as a logger has spared me the mid-life 'expansion' and other health issues. Having someone guage my age as 30ish is common, yet I actually could care less - and loof forward to the deepened lines and grayer mantle of ripeness.
    That said, I have a friend in Toronto whose fiftieth birthday filled her with a dread of, as she puts it, "becoming invisible" - referring to her image to men. This is so sad. And, if you think about it, unfair and sexist; a man of 50 is still in the running, as it were, while a woman is a "cougar". Not that there's anything wrong with that etc. etc. and so on and so forth and more of the same..

  • tommymoore

    6 years ago

    "loof"...lol..of course I meant "loofah", as I'm sure the context makes plain..

  • canuck_cougar

    6 years ago

    Lovely article, Carla. It's great to know I'm not alone. I've been a faithful consumer of face products and sunscreen (to stay younger looking) since my early 20s. I recently turned 50 - what the media is calling the new 40. I'm unmarried and childless by choice although I've been with a significant other for 5 years (managed to "snag" one before it was "too late" - ha ha). I've always felt out of step with other women. Everyone I know has kids and/or a husband. Even "acquiring" a "boyfriend" has not cured me of feeling out of place with my peers.

    On the idea of older women being "invisible" to men: a wise friend told me that if I feel invisible it's because I have bought into the idea that our culture has fed to me in various ways and NOT because men are actually ignoring me. I'm not so sure about that one yet but I'm working on not feeling as if I no longer matter because I'm older. I find myself acknowledging older women at my gym and on the street as a way of saying "yes, I see you, we're not invisible."

  • CM Tara

    6 years ago

    Well-said, Carla. I'm nearly 50 and am also always told I don't look anywhere near my age. I too have been using the potions since my mid-30's--who knows if they help? I think good genes and fairly clean living are the two primary reasons for looking youthful. But the inevitable sag & wrinkle happens regardless of creams, potions and even (god forbid) surgery.

    When I turned 40, I still looked 30 and didn't really have too much to think about yet. I was divorced and childless, but happy in a relationship and thought life was good. My mom died when I was 46 and I realized that life is actually quite short and something like a dream.

    I'm months from 50 now, have a 7-year old son (a lovely surprise in my mid-life) and am still with the guy I was with at 40, so I know it's not exactly the same as your situation. However, we all share the same experience of being women in an age where youth is idealized and, despite being hugely influenced in the 70's by Greer and Steinem, we deal with the conflicted feelings around the need to be attractive and desirable (by whom, one might ask?) Keep growin' sister!!

  • honestgal

    6 years ago

    Great article. I really appreciate the frank statements about wanting the not-so-realistic husband and children at 45, because it highlights a situation so many middle-aged people now face. We’re all so busy trying to find ourselves through the pursuit of an education and fulfilling career that we never do get around to finding what it is we really want. Perhaps then we should consider instead what it is we don’t want. I can tell you from speaking to elderly folk that loneliness is by far the biggest fear as we get older. And so without a significant other and/or children this fear may very likely becomes a reality for us singletons. How important will a degree and defunct career be then?

  • Step easy

    6 years ago

    Thanks Carla, for the thoughts. As a mid (OK, late) 30s male, who's spent most of his life single, but not necessarily wanting to be, i can somehow relate. At least to the not having a family part. I guess this is what we're left with in the early part of this 21st century hey? No kids, nor permanent partner, but hey-we've got freedom!

    and just so you know Carla, you're not alone. Here's a little something.......recently, i've gone back to college (getting some of the education i always felt i missed out on), and there are, as you can imagine, many very attractive young females (to which i am quite invisible, being past 30) and yes, they're fun to look at, however, try having a conversation...??....oh my. No, I'd rather spend the time chatting with a confident, life-experienced, thoughtful, mature woman, who's not totally preoccupied with her appearance, anytime.

  • Tonesia

    6 years ago

    Hip hip hooray for spelling out Freedom!

    I wish more women could experience the satisfaction of fully exploring their options rather than feeling they need to be somewhere or with someone in life to justify their existence.

    It's like being in a moving car and passing by all the girlfriends who issued marriage ultimatums, decided to have the 2.5 kids with the $500K house in the 'burbs - and just waving to them because you're on a highway road just for you.

    My biggest peeve right now is friends who insist that having children is the only thing left to make my world perfect. Never mind that I am not financially robust enough to provide for a child (never mind 2). Never mind that my less than 700 sq ft condo isn't child-friendly. Never mind that I perhaps don't want to give up a life of coming home to tranquility and not freaking out over goodie bags for a 1-year old's party.

    This peeve only comes second to women who find themselves furiously wanting to get married between 25 - 30, to the point of sending boyfriends JPGs of diamonds and wedding cakes on MSN Messenger (you know who you are, we know who you are, so stop it already).

    I wish people would relish their choices more rather than become prisoners of the choices that people think they need to make.

    Also, I've never understood why people are so scared of aging. It happens. You can't go living your life trying to stave off that which is inevitable. That is not to say that you can't find some elixir of joy in affording that Creme de Mer for your face, but when I see women like Sophia Loren or Catherine Deneuve, I don't think to myself that their time has past. Rather, I think "now that's a life well-lived".

  • si'am

    6 years ago

    Having recently turned 60, I can empathize with Carla and her core level consciousness of her own mortality. My own experience has been one of coming to value even more highly those core beliefs that have shaped my own life. I am becoming more of an activist, more concerned about the world in which my children live, and more concerned about my relationships with those I love.

    I too chose a life that was more solitary than the norm. I was fortunate to have an ongoing challenging career and children. The lack of the traditional wife (spouse?) did not seem to be as significant given that wealth of delightful and interesting people in our most fortunate part of the planet.

    As a male I was not as caught by the beauty mystic as many of my female friends; however, I do understand the feelings of loss expressed by Carla.

    For what it may be worth Carla, you need not fear invisibility. There are many of us who value insight, experience, and even wisdom in those we love. Not all of us in the male half of the species are enchanted by the mass marketers' visions of attractiveness!

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