I’m 41. I’m having a mini panic attack knowing that I’m that old. I was okay at turning 40, but 41 seems old to me. I know it’s irrational, but that is how my mind thinks. In numbers. I’m officially four decades and a year older. Whew!
But, I can’t turn back the hands of time because in these 41 years, I’ve cried some, laughed some and loved some. I am excited to see what the next year holds for me. Hopefully more laughter than tears and more love than not.
Time to eat cake and drink champagne because it’s noon somewhere!