I turned forty yesterday.
It is weird. I don’t feel forty years old. I’m not even sure I feel thirty. Most of the time I feel 20, except for the fact that I suspect I am only weeks away from needing bifocals. I still think it is funny when I am allowed to be in charge of children. I pretend I am responsible and tell them not to stand on the couch and appropriate grown up speak, but honestly, I am just a kid with a car and a credit card.
I thought turning forty would bum me out more, but I am fine. I am happy. My life is good.
And I’m in my 40s.