for eleven months, i've been dreading turning 40. i'm not like them. i haven't done all the things i'm supposed to do by now. i don't feel 40. did my parents act this way when they were 40 (hell, did they act this way when they were 25)? 40 is the new...old!
but, over the last couple of weeks i've made my peace with it. angst has given way to relief; relief that i've made it this far, relief that i have my health (and my hair), relief that i haven't lost a parent, relief that i have a promising future, and relief that i'll only turn 40 once.
