Lordy, Lordy, Look Who's Forty!

ME! Well, today's the day. The big four oh. People keep asking me, "So, how does it feel to be forty?" My answer is, "I feel just fine, thank you." I always wonder if people expect me to say I've fallen into a deep depression and am currently under suicide watch, or I'm about to have a plastic surgery overhaul. No such luck I'm afraid. I never could understand why people get so freaked out over getting older. I guess there are a lot of things I could be depressed about if I let myself, such as no romantic prospects anywhere in sight, or the fact that my sixth grade teacher, Mrs Calabreze's, horoscope for our class--the one that predicted I'd be a wealthy man's wife, with a diamond stud in my nose, and driving a red sports car--hasn't even remotely come close to coming true, at least not yet, or that the only parts of my body that are still a size seven are my feet. But, I won't go there. Instead, I choose to think about how many people love me and how I've managed to arrive at 40 in relatively good health body, mind, and spirit. And not to mention having become a published author, which is no mean feat. So, for me, turning forty is no big deal. Today is just like any other day. . . but with cake and presents, of course ; ).

Angela