Or, if you prefer, I'm noting that 20 years ago today, legally I was allowed to drink (I'm thinking that I probably had a sip or two before then but I officially admit to NOTHING!).
And, finally if your caffeine of choice hasn't kicked in yet, I'll give it to you plain and simple: I am 41 today.
And just how do I feel about this? I feel great!
Turning 40 is often considered a big deal. Some folks really struggle with the reality that they are now in the middle age category. They fret about unrealized potential. They mourn the passing of their prime child bearing years. All sorts of emotional stuff can come up around this milestone birthday.
But, for me, not really. This past year I've thought and pondered how I feel about being in my 40s and I keep coming back to a few simple truths...
- I've found myself a great colorist who manages my premature graying with expertise. Yes, hair has become my one consistent beauty splurge. If my hair looks good, I feel great.
- I've surrounded myself with the most awesome posse of gal pals one could ever dream of being blessed with. Some of these pals live around the corner, and some live across the country. Some are family. Some are like family. Yet no matter where they live, I know they are always there for me.
- I've got a great husband. Ok, I admit there are the those days when his greatest talent is annoying me or frustrating me to no end. But, most days, he's just plain great.
- My Things complete the picture for me. Again, there are THOSE days when I just sigh but more often than not I realize what a very lucky mom I am: to be given the privilege of raising these two amazing boys, quirks and all.
So you see, I am where I want to be...doing the things I was meant to be doing. And with that being the case, I am content with all the blessings in my life and really don't mind what age I am.
So for those of you still unsure about getting another year older, I offer you this
Jump on in, the water's fine!