It starts about half-way through your thirties and begins to pick up steam by about 38.
"Oh, you've got the big one coming, eh?" people ask, as if the number isn't permanently affixed in front of you in flashing neon. 40 — 40 – 40, it blinks.
For the past few months, I've been in a "Let's just get this over with" mode. So in that spirit, and because I'll be unplugged for the weekend, let me say that tomorrow I turn 40. FINALLY!
Feel as if I should have some profound comments to say about the matter, but I really don't. I'm not particularly bothered by the age. I am very much in progress and so it almost feels premature to say that turning 40 has provided me with any sense of enlightenment. Maybe I'll feel differently later.
For now, I'm looking forward to a weekend with my mom and my sister at my sister's cabin in southeast Ohio — spa time (courtesy of my hubby), red wine, chic food, walks in the woods and lots and lots of good girl talk.