I made it...

My dad worked with paint. A sign man by trade, an artist by gift. So when he showed up to work wearing brown dress pants and a crisp white shirt I was confused, “Why are you all dressed up?” I asked.

A doctor’s appointment, and a diagnosis. He had dressed up for Leukemia and less than eight months later, at the age of 48 he was gone. Because of this, I treat every year that I’m given as a gift. My birthdays are presents in and of themselves, they bring me joy.

And today is no exception, my most exciting year yet, FORTY. I can’t believe it’s finally here and I can’t begin to explain the exhilaration I feel from reaching this milestone.

Forty is the opening line to the second chapter of my life. I loved my first chapter, but I don’t mourn its loss. I remember it with fondness and reflect on its lessons, but I was never meant to stay there. If I waste one moment crying about no longer being “young” I’ll miss the incredible road that lies ahead. Today, just as it has every year since my birth, marks the first day of the rest of my life. The first day of my fortieth year and you can bet it’s going to be…
FABULOUS!!!