So does this mean I'm a real gown up now?
I turn 40 years old tomorrow. I haven't been looking forward to this age, but it's here nonetheless. I was talking with someone recently about this day coming up, and made the usual jokes about holding on to 39, but admitted that this year was coming a lot easier than when I turned 30. (Side note, if anyone asks me, I'm going to lie and still claim to be 29). I dreaded my 30th birthday. For two years leading up to it, I was freaking out over the day. While I don't love the idea that I will be 40, I have been nowhere near the level of panic I was ten years ago. I can attribute a lot of those feelings to where I was in my life at the time. I had an almost 5 year old, my ex and I were together-ish, I was living with my grandparents and I was not happy. Strike that. I was more than just not happy, I was miserable. I was sure I was failing at life. I felt like every other person I knew was doing more, living better lives, with happy families and they weren'