So today is the last day I'll be 39.
Tomorrow is my 40th birthday, if you didn't catch that already.
Am I upset about turning 40? Traumatized, perhaps? Actually it's more the opposite. I'm pretty glad to be done with my 30s. They were some good years, but they were some rough years. They were definitely building years.
And where I am now? It's a good place to throw down a landmark. I'm happy. I'm healthy. I'm getting thin. I'm in love. I have someone who loves me back. I have a beautiful roof over my head and a job that I enjoy. It's all good.
So then why am I blogging?
I feel like this is a really big deal. But it doesn't seem like anyone else realizes that. I want to celebrate, but my husband has just scheduled a movie night to watch Crazy Heart on blu ray with two of our friends on Saturday night when I thought we might go have a nice dinner. Friday night, right? Yeah, I guess. But I'm not even sure he's on the same page as me. He's already bought me two wonderful presents and has hinted that there's a third. He's going out of his way to shower me with gifts. That should be enough. But we'll see what he has up his sleeve. I think other people don't realize that I want to make a big deal out of this. I WANT TO MAKE A BIG DEAL OUT OF THIS!!! Can you hear me now?
I guess I just see it as putting the thirties and a lot of the bad crap behind me and really getting a fresh start on my new life. Maybe if I explain it like that it will make more sense to other people.
So, good bye 30s. I'll talk to y'all when I'm 40.