Other than when I turned 30, age never mattered to me. About a month before I turned 30 I got seriously depressed how far I was from where I thought I should be in life. I wasn't close to having met The One, and I certainly didn't have kids calling me "Mommy." But, once Jeff came onto the scene, we quickly made up for lost time and got to work on all those life events I found so important.
Anyway, back to today. 41. Whoa-baby! When did that happen?!?! 41 in my mind is definitely a grown-up...heck, we are approaching middle-aged. I certainly don't feel middle-aged. I don't even feel like a full-fledged grown-up half the time. When I think of someone who is 41 (or anything in their 40s for that matter), I envision someone who is wise and has their act together. This is certainly not me! I am still learning something new each day. I am still seeing things with a sense of wonder and getting surprised all the time on how the world works.
I have a great time giggling and enjoy the simple things. I like getting competitive and trying to outsmart, outplay, outwit my fellow competitor. I am playful. And I fully admit there is nothing better than some juicy gossip! None of these in my mind makes for a mature being.
So go ahead, put 41 candles on the cake. Even throw in an extra one for good luck. But don't expect me to act like a 41 years old, because that's just not me. :)
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