In mere hours, I will be 40 years old. All I can think is, how the heck did THAT happen? Shouldn't I be smarter? Oh well. I am not traumatized by it at all. It's just a bit....weird. Perhaps... a bit anticlimactic.
And where am I in my life? I don't know. I guess I am okay. There is no particular area that I am particularly unhappy with. I am pretty blessed although life is far from perfect. I guess with old age, you make your peace with imperfection. I just pray that life will get fuller and richer...and perhaps....slower. I don't want to miss out on anything- but I do not want a life so busy that I can't enjoy any of it. I just want to love my husband, make some art, do some gardening and some praying, hang with my friends and family and enjoy the life I have. Too bad all the daily, little stuff gets in the way.