I've been dreading it for weeks.
My husband stated I've been depressed.
No. I've been in denial.
I'm forty years old! How do I feel? Numb? Speechless? Silly me. What's all the fuss?
I'm reminded of a quote by George William Curtis, "Age is a matter of feeling, not of years."
Despite having streaks of grey in my hair, and not being quick on my toes as I used to be. I still feel like I'm sixteen.
I don't try to hide my age. I'm quite comfortable in my own skin.
I'm even told life begins at 40. Really?
So, rather than having a big and lavish party, I chose a simple and quiet celebration with my family.
We ordered pizza, chicken wings and of course, had cake. I was in the company of my loved ones, and cherished every minute of it.
And I especially loved the homemade card from J.P. Priceless!
What could I possibly want? Life at 40 is grand.