And so it begins.
I have crossed the threshold. Had my last “Thirtysomething” birthday.
I’m staring 40 in the face.
And, ya know what, Peeps? I’m kinda thrilled about it.
I mean, I feel like the 90s just ended. I can remember the exact moment I turned 21. I still really love Smashing Pumpkins. And I sorta wish that Grunge fashion would make a comeback because corduroys and flannel are super comfy.
How did these years go by so fast?
Still, I am a wife, a mommy, a full-fledged grown up. Or so I’m told.
I got a fit-bit for my birthday and I was just as excited about that as I was the year I got New Kids on the Block tickets.
Times have changed.
I think my 40s are gonna be my time.
My time to feel at home in my own skin. To make healthy choices. To prioritize and enjoy.
I’m looking forward to it. I already feel this sort of anticipatory tingle.
It’s going to be amazing.
So, this year, my 40th one, will be one of sorting and planning and reflecting.
There is work to be done, you guys!