|Me, age 39|
In less than a month, I will be 40 years old.
I see so many people, both men and women, who fear that number. But that’s all it is – a number. I’ve been told I don’t look 40. (Thanks for the good genes, Mom!) And I certainly don’t feel 40.
Ten years ago, I moved to Florida, with nothing but uncertainty in my future.
Now, I’m editing and loving what I do. I get to copy edit manuscripts and line edit articles. My career dreams are a reality.
Now, I’m about to get married to the man I love.
Now is the best time of my life. And I only expect it to get better.
I’m kicking off my 40th year with a cruise to the Bahamas.
Time to meet this number head on and love every minute of it.