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It seems very surreal to me. Have I really turned 40? Already??? I’m still trying to figure out what I want to be when I grow up. I don’t feel any older. I don’t look any older. Yet, here I am… forty.

In my twenties, and maybe even in my early thirties, forty looked like the beginning of the end. Today, forty is the exciting beginning of a new chapter, one that I can’t wait to dive in to. Sure, I had some great times during my younger years, but I also made some pretty stupid mistakes, took some hard knocks, and learned things the hard way. But I learned. At forty, I know exactly what I want in life, and won’t settle for less. I know how to cherish friendships, and which “friends” aren’t really friends and am able to cut ties. I’ve discovered that “No” isn’t a bad word. And, that my feelings are my feelings, and I am allowed to feel that way.

Love. At forty, I have the love of my life. It is amazing. HE is amazing. He is everything I have ever wanted. We will build a family. We will walk this journey together. I feel so blessed to know that he will be with me through my forties, fifties, sixties, and beyond. He flew in to be with me today. My birthday surprise.

… So today, on my 40th birthday, I’m taking the day off.

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