Tomorrow is my 40th birthday. 40. I don't know how this is happening. Sure, I have grown children, and even grandchildren, but 40 just seems unreal to me. I play Rock Band. I eat ice cream for dinner. I still get acne!
While I realize that 40 is just a number, it is a very large number, and I don't particularly like it. It seems to put me into a whole other category of people. I am dating a man who is in his thirties. The dynamics won't change after tomorrow, but it feels as though they will.
I loved the previous decade. I was much wiser in my 30's than my 20's, but still felt young. I looked better in my 30's, and I enjoyed life much more than ever before.
I will be 40, but I will continue to wear Pink Floyd t-shirts, play video games, and eat dessert for dinner. I will still be me. The question is this: Will I look ridiculous with a hot pink stripe in my hair, and will a man in who is still in his 30's want to marry a 40 year old?