Or should I say the big four…oh no! Yep, it’s true. Though I am having a difficult time believing it. Today, I turn 40! My 40th Birthday. 40, forty, it feel weird saying it, even weirder seeing it in print. I will no longer be able to say I am in my thirties. I didn’t blink an eye turning 30, but for some reason, 40 is a bigger pill to swallow. I know everyone says that forty is the new thirty, but forty feels like forty to me, not thirty. Thirty rhymes with flirty, Forty sounds like farty or worse yet, fatty.
Well, I suppose it could be worse. I’ll stop whining and get over it! At least I still look 30! I am happy that my anti-aging moisturizer is still staving off the wrinkles, and I will always be young at heart. I usually get the ‘you are not 40’, response, when asked my age.
So, what was it like when you turned 40? What was the ‘toughest’ birthday pill for you to swallow?