40 and Fabulous…

Fabulously freaked out, that is!! OMG! I’m FORTY! Ugh.

On this day in 1968 my mother went into labor. She said I was the easiest birth out of all her kids, but the most difficult to raise. Apparently, I just floated out. Sort of as a prequel of bigger and better things to come.

You know, I think I’m aging okay. Other than I’m starting to get farsighted and that’s sort of got me squicked, not too shabby. I think the thing that freaks me out the most is the same thing that freaked me out about 30.  It’s the whole, Oh dear lord, I’ve moved into another decade bracket.

I mean, I’ve gotten pretty used to saying “I’m in my thirties.” And now, I can no longer claim that fame. I’m seriously considering a “mid-life crisis.” But first I have to figure out how much effort and work it will take on my part before I commit to one. LOL. I have a feeling a mid-life crisis would be more trouble than it’s worth.

Any ways, just sharing my pain. So, how was 40 for you? And if you haven’t reached that age yet, what are your feelings about it. I mean, really up until this week, turning 40 was looking pretty inconsequential, then all of a sudden… BAM. It was like the whole thing hit me between the eyes.

Hugs,

Renee

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