It's the evening of November 2nd, which normally would not mean a darn thing to me, but today has the slightest significance. It is my half birthday marking the final decent to the next decade. Forty is really looming now.
As age milestones go, I did not handle twenty-five well...the "quarter life crisis" stuff I had heard about on Oprah was totally real. Thirty was good...only mildly panicky.
Forty.
I am going to try really hard not to freak out.
And I totally need to make scrapbook pages again.