I am still waiting for the world to end.
The circumstances of turning 40 were more than a little odd. I celebrated my birthday with my parents in New Mexico a day early, because on my actual birthday, I was in airports and on airplanes and standing in lines and riding in vans. In other words, I spent that day coming home from my parents' house.
This oddness was underlined when my fantabulous friends and my husband threw me a surprise party on the 11th. (Hence the tiara, sash, adult beverage and goofy smile in the picture.)So I guess the best way to put it was that my birthday was both early and later than the actual date.
Perhaps this is why I have not collapsed as a result of this so-called landmark birthday.
40 right now feels a heck of a lot like 39.
Which felt a lot like 35 which felt a lot like 30 which felt a lot like....well, you get the point.
There were a number of things I wanted to do by the time I was 40, I recall. Sadly I never wrote them down, so I have no idea if I did them or not.
Probably not.
I don't feel deprived about that, however, so maybe I did. Or maybe they didn't matter anyway.
In any case, over the next year I will be considering what it means to be 40, what it means to be a feminist, and hopefully other fun and exciting topics.
I hope you'll hang around.
Chris
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