Turning F%@#

Alright...the season has started...the year has begun...a milestone year. I really can't believe it myself but it is true. I'm turning FORTY this year!! Most of my friends will be turning forty too and last night was the first and certainly not last of the parties.

Forty is almost like the ultimate f-word. It's the beginning of the end. Is this the turning of the tides? At twenty your whole life is ahead of you...now at forty it's the beginning of the end. We look back at our lives and think about what we've accomplished...where we've been and kick ourselves about the regrets.

I used to think forty was old. When I looked at my parents and thought about how old they were...at forty. Oprah says that fifty is the new forty. I would like to think that too NOW that I am forty. I don't feel old...not until those stray white hairs come peeking through...or when I'm yawning at 10pm...or walking up the stairs makes me reach for my puffers...or when I look at the mirror and see all the wrinkles around my eyes. Can someone shoot me now?

I'm kidding...as I turn forty, not for another couple months, I'm going to go into this with a brave and optimistic attitude...'cause I really don't feel forty...honestly I don't. I am not going to act forty. And I am certainly not going to let people treat me like I'm forty...whatever that means.

Anyway, I worked on a scrapbook for my dear friend of twenty years and I've posted some of the more humorous pages about turning the big 4-0.