So, yesterday marked the last day of my thirties. As of today -- October 23, 2007 -- I am officially 40.
How the heck did I get here? Where did the last 40 years go?
Everybody tells me that "40 is the new 30," but that doesn't change the fact that I've been alive for 40 years. It also doesn't change the fact that I feel a lot older than I did when I was 30, and that things really do start to wear out over time.
And yet, despite the gray hairs, bad knees, and extra weight -- I do feel young. I'm not ready to give up on my dreams or crawl off quietly into the sunset. At least, not yet.