It’s the last day of being 39. Tomorrow, I enter the 40′s.
I guess I should be introspective but instead, I will be celebrating. I grew up and became an adult in my 30′s. I met and married my husband. I gave birth to two children. I moved to Philadelphia and established some major ties here. I purchased my first home. I reconnected with my father, lived through a major health scare with my mom and my hubby. I ran in my first 5K. I watched my sons go from baby to toddler to soccer games and first days of school.
The 30′s weren’t so bad. I lived my life. It wasn’t all perfect but it got me to this point. Ready to turn 40 tomorrow.
I just thank God that I made it this far and that I have absorbed some of the lessons He is trying to teach me (although I still have a long way to go).
I will admit, I started feeling very wistful about kissing this decade behind. I started thinking about being 40. Being older. I spoke to a few good friends and they shook me right out of my little vain slump. So I am ready to embrace tomorrow and my long weekend and the next decade
Forty is not the new anything….it’s 40. I have earned the right to say my age with pride, hold my head up high and be proud of all that I have accomplished to get me here.
It’s a celebration Bytches!