Hello little blog! How have you been? It's been SO long since I've paid you a visit - how neglectful I've been.
If there was ever a reason to post - I'd say turning 40 is a good one. I've been thinking about how strange it feels to really own the age of 40. It's that age I remember my parents being and thinking - "Yeah, they're old." But more than that, it's the age I always assumed I'd have my shit together. You know, officially be an adult with all that "adultness" entails. For me, I think it used to mean knowing all the answers, being stable and serious. And so here I am, and while I can say with certainty - I know some things more than I did 20 years ago, I certainly am nowhere close to having ALL the answers. In fact in many ways the more I know, the more I realize I don't know. As far as stable and serious? Well those ideas are entirely overrated in my opinion. One of my favorite things about being me at this age is the freedom I feel to be a complete silly goofball if the mood strikes.
And so here I am where I'm supposed to be. 40. This is it - here I am. Here is a good place to be.
