Author Julie Farley talks turning 41 on the Age is Just a Number blog series

Welcome Julie Farley, author of The New Ever After book series, to the Age is Just a Number blog series! I love reading about individuals learning to accept themselves, warts and all. Not that I think Julie has any warts, of course. Keep reading for her thoughts on turning forty-one.

When Harry Met Sally was one of my favorite movies when I was in high school. As I went through my twenties and then my thirties, I always remembered when Sally was lamenting the fact that she was going to turn forty…in eight years. But as I approached the big number, I had the opposite reaction. I wanted to be forty. All of my friends were a little bit older than I was and for some weird reason, I longed to catch up with them. I craved the authority and respect that came with being forty. So the big day came and I roller-skated into the night with my BFFs and the milestone was reached with nothing but smiles.

And then forty-one arrived without any hoopla or excitement. Just another year older. And forty-two came with even less. At first I missed the celebration, multiple cakes and plethora of balloons that came along with the previous year’s milestone, but then a sense of satisfaction and contentment coursed through me something I hadn’t felt in the preceding decades.

I’m finally comfortable with my imperfections; the hair that turned grey rather prematurely, the spider veins I earned from carrying four children, and the muffin top that slowly creeps out of my low-rise jeans. I appreciate people who are real and their messes especially when they’re sprinkled with honesty. I’m on a path that I chose and one that I enjoy. I don’t care about being seen, the next new thing or dancing till dawn. I prefer intimate gatherings, conversations under the stars and things that tickle my whimsy even if they’re not the popular choices.

Life at forty-two is more raw and precious. I’ve gained an appreciation for carpe diem and YOLO the hard way. Moments are treasured and no longer taken for granted. The sky is a little more blue, the tulips a little more yellow, but my eyesight a little bit worse. Forty-two finds me relishing the crisp and the blurry and happily looking toward forty-three.












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How Do You Know? – December 2nd

What if you were approaching the end of your thirties and all of the life milestones you took for granted in your youth suddenly seemed out of reach?
On the eve of her thirty ninth birthday, Maggie Piper doesn’t look, act, or feel much different than she did at twenty-nine, but with her fortieth birthday speeding towards her like a freight train, she wonders if she should. The fear of a slowing metabolism, wrinkling of her skin, and the ticking of her biological clock leaves Maggie torn between a desire to settle down like most of her similarly-aged peers and concern that all is not perfect in her existing relationship. When a spontaneous request for a temporary “break” from her live-in boyfriend results in a “break-up,” Maggie finds herself single once again and only twelve months from the big 4.0. In the profound yet bumpy year that follows, Maggie will learn, sometimes painfully, that life doesn’t always happen on a schedule, there are no deadlines in love, and age really is just a number.
Meredith Schorr, best-selling author of light women’s fiction, digs deep in her newest novel and raises the age old issue of the ‘proverbial clock’ that haunts many women, in a way that is refreshing and sassy no matter your age or relationship status.


  1. meredithgschorr on November 14, 2014 at 10:23 am

    Thanks so much for visiting my blog, Julie. We’re the same age, so it is nice reading someone else’s perspective on it!

  2. Mary Rowen on November 14, 2014 at 11:56 am

    Julie, I love your attitude! Very cool post!

  3. Elke on November 14, 2014 at 2:27 pm

    Another great post…I’m 41 now and I would have to say that I would *not* turn back the clock for all the money in the world. My twenties were OK but my thirties were a nightmare from overwhelming loss to one bad relationship after another. But I learned more from all those bad experiences than any of the good ones. I have (hopefully) matured, chilled out and become much wiser. I can read people and walk away from bad situations rather quickly. I’m in great health and have amazing people in my life. The light does shine at the end of the very long and dark tunnel and life never is easy but it does get better with age!

    • meredithgschorr on November 14, 2014 at 2:40 pm

      Thanks for the insightful and optimistic comment, Elke. I love that you are in a great place now and I hope things shine brighter and brighter for you with each passing year.

  4. Patricia Mann on November 14, 2014 at 7:50 pm

    Yay for those of us who are loving being in our forties! I’m a happy member of the club. I’m with all of you – I wouldn’t go back for anything! Love this life-affirming post Julie and Meredith! 😀

  5. Hilary on November 16, 2014 at 7:50 am

    I turned 41 this week and I am a member of the loving 40s club too. I wouldn’t go back. And I agree with almost everything Julie said except for the gray hairs. They make me crazy… they just keep coming fast and furious…

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