Wait, I think I have one more year to use that headline. But I came up with it this year so, I used it.
Today is my birthday.
Today I turn....
wait for it..
wait for it.
or, one-year-away-from-forty as I will refer to it for the next few months.
I remember turning 29 and it didn't bother me at all. I don't think 30 bothered me. 35 put me in that new age bracket...35-39 and that sorta sucked.
But turning one-year-away-from-forty is particularly annoying for several reasons:
1) The WAIT to turn 40 is probably worse than the actualy 40th birthday
2) I'm not YET 40 but have hit a new age bracket and my insurance broker is charging me about 15% more
3) If I'm lucky to live to be 80, it means I'm on the down-hill slope of my life. And downhill means you start to gain speed, and lose control and about the only thing you can do to avoid hitting smack-dab into a tree is pray and pour a glass of wine so you don't feel the moment of impact.
The good thing about being one-year-away-from-forty is that I've learned a lot, know more about who I am and what I want, and the adult acne seems to finally be leaving. Of course it's replaced by grey hair and wrinkles but they have stuff to fix that.
Hey - I have an idea! Maybe I'll treat myself to some of that stuff for my birthday!
Or maybe I should wait one more year.
Anyway, who's joining me in a glass of wine for the ride down?