Ah, words. They evade me. It's a monumental milestone, to reach 40, but right now I'm finding it hard to express exactly how I'm feeling. Should I, though? Just because I have a blog doesn't automatically mean that I'm to proclaim something profound, does it? I know that many out there do, and that's fine. There are times when I do open up and convey my innermost thoughts and feelings, and when that happens, it's cathartic in a way. Mostly a selfish thing. I get a sense of closure or accomplishment, possibly a nice pat on the back. Right now, though, I think I'm stuck on what to say because it's supposed to be such a big deal. It's expected of me.
Nah, no biggie. Really.
And that's how age has been for me all along. Not a big deal. Reaching 40 certainly is a big deal to many out there, but to me, it's just another number. What is it that they say? It's all in how you feel, right? Well, I don't feel 40. I feel 6 to 7 years younger, and that is no lie. The way I see it, I'm just getting started.
Just you wait, world. Just you wait.
