Ahh, July. My birthday month. This year I turn 40. The big 4-0. For years and years, I dreaded this quickly approaching time. Actually I more than dreaded it. I loathed the idea of it.
But in my 39th year I have been granted the gift of perspective. For the next 26 days I am going to totally enjoy being a 30 something, but on that day that I turn 40, I am going to welcome it with arms wide open. Will I still bitch about the development of more wrinkles and grey hairs? Of course. But that number that has loomed over my head will no longer own me. I plan on making 40 my time!
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I'm 35 and I have to say that it kinda scares me. I find myself wanting to follow more 40-something bloggers hoping to ease into it a little more gracefully.
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