Last week I turned 40. Not really much to say about that. I wasn't sad or depressed in any way.
Actually, I found myself announcing it to everyone. I also felt myself walking just a little bit taller... kinda tough to do since I'm only 4'11".
I also found myself not giving a shit about what anyone thinks. I'm short. I'm over weight. I'm broke ...and I don't care.
I love me, faults and all. I'm no where near perfect but I'm no scumbag either. I love me and if you don't like me I don't care. Say it to my face. Say it behind my back. I just really don't care.
A friend asked me how I felt about turning 40. I said, "I'm not dead so I'm pretty happy about it". I guess that about sums it up.
I'm complicated. I've had my share of difficulties. I've had my share of blessings.
I'm 40 and I couldn't be happier.