I don’t feel like 40. Not that I know what 40 is *supposed* to feel like.
My only reference of what 40 is supposed to feel like is the mental picture I have of the not-biologicals when I was a youngling. And I definitely don’t feel like that. And I sure as hell don’t think I look like that either.
And I have lost count of how often I get told to grow up. That’s a good sign that I’m still youthful, right?
There are times I catch myself pondering deep thoughts that I think are things other people hitting 40 must ponder. Or I am assuming that’s what other people turning 40 must think. Like how the hell did 40 get here so fast?
Truth be told: it’s just another day. I know one day I won’t have another day. So I’m just glad for this one. I plan to soak up and savor the hours I have with those around me.