Last Monday, I turned 40 years old. I know this post is late, but I had to write this when I felt ready.
I can’t believe I am telling you that I am 40 years old, because for some reason, I can’t stand to hear the number 40 come out of my mouth and I even have an issue typing the numbers.
Saying and typing the number really sounds old to me. I’m sure I’ll get use to it sooner or later. Better yet, I just won’t say the number at all.
One thing I can say is that when I do tell someone my age, they do a double and triple take looking me up and down, because they can’t believe that I am the age I say that I am.
I am thankful that I don’t look my age. Then again what does a 40-year-old look like? Not old, I hope!