I'll be officially 40 years old in another six minutes. It wasn't an awful day. In fact, a couple of my friends spoiled me with gifts (and the balloon pictured above) and I spent a ridiculous amount of money at Lush and L'Occitane.

I'm a bit more calm about this "40" thing than I have been in the last several weeks. I suppose I had finally just resigned myself to the fact that it was coming and I couldn't stop it (well, I could, but I have no intention of taking after my mother, thanks).

The thing is, "40" was always something looming in the distance. It was twenty years off, then ten years, five, then a couple years...and now it's HERE. And I just wasn't ready for it. There is just so much I thought I'd have done by now that I haven't done. Well, no sense looking back, I guess. It's here and I have to deal with it and I have to move forward in my life.

But first, I'll indulge in a Lush bath and drink a bottle of champagne while listening to "Yankee Hotel Foxtrot."