Yesterday, October 21, the “Day of Singularity” (as named by The Secret Language of Birthdays), I turned 40.

No need to tell me, “Oh, you don’t look 40!” because 40 looks like a number.

A few thoughts (in a list, because I’m an ENTJ, I like LISTS):

1. Never considered…
When I was young (like 10), I never contemplated 40. I thought of 30, since I’d turn 30 just prior to the millenium; I pondered 100, since that’s so cool. Never considered 40.

2. What was I doing when…
When I turned 10, I had a sleepover party and I did a huge muppet puzzle. I also broke my ankle when I was 10 while sledding down a tree- and bush-laden hill in Minnesota.

Autumn threw me a sleepover party last night. We sang math facts, watched Harry Potter, ate sushi, and read for a long time. Michael and Autumn gave me a Kindle (which Autumn has pretty much taken over already) and a 1,500-piece puzzle. I had my ankle reconstructed when I was almost 40. FABulous.
When I turned 20, I was probably playing soccer, breaking the law, and doing other things I’d now deny.
When I turned 30, I was pregnant and ate deep dish Lou Malnati’s spinich pizza (The last time I could eat cheese).
Therefore, using Birthday Logic (hey, we went for the Laffer curve in the ’80s), I’m closer to 10 than the other multiples…

3. My 40 mantra…
“Just when you think you know exactly how it’s going it gets even better.”
:) With Gratitude to my friends and family.
PS, The photo is Autumn on the Pacific off the coast of Northern California.