Option 1: Head-to-Toe Plastic Surgery
When I was 30, I thought 40 would be THE year to do this. For real -- just tighten and lift and squeeze everything, and tackle my 40s like the Real Housewife I am. But jeez, now I have this toddler, and I can't just check in to a spa hotel in Beverly Hills to recover for month.
Option 2: Write My Memoir
I do have occasional delusions that my life is interesting enough to document, but this is literally what's going on around me right now: Mamie is watching Yo Gabba Gabba, I'm drinking instant coffee, and I just got off the phone with a potential babysitter who is not a potential babysitter because she is allergic to cats. No one is coming at me with a book contract.
Option 3: Run a Marathon
Run a half marathon? Last week I was super stoked to run 5 solid minutes TWICE! Nick said I should try 6 minutes, but can I just celebrate 5 minutes for a day or two??? I would legitimately like very very very much to celebrate my 40th with a half marathon. I even plan to run 7 consecutive minutes this week. I mean, I'm bold and ambitious.