Forty!

No longer fumbling, I am firmly forty today.  I'm rocking a head cold, a sequin shirt, some grey roots, and a lucky-to-be-me attitude.  Because I still feel 32. 

To prepare for the transition, I ditched the lipstick brush and Pilates videos, but piles of papers and clothes await my attention--a testament to the fact that I'm really still me, whether I'm 22, 35, or 40 years old. 

Tonight, I'm going home to have dinner and a movie snugglenest with my husband and daughters; I can't imagine a better way to celebrate the passing and beginning of another year of my life. 

Here's to not fearing my forties.  Happy Birthday to me!

(and many more)