It's been a difficult birthday for me, and I can't even tell you the reason. I have a lovely life, and I have no reason to be despondent or regretful about anything. So I'm not. But this number really got to me for some reason. My time on this planet is limited, and I have officially left youth behind.
Honestly, now that the birthday is behind me, I'm fine. But I am exhausted from the last 6-12 months of swinging emotions. There is much I could say about those emotions, but I don't feel like saying any of it. I'm going to tell you a story instead. This was my "welcome to 40."