I’ll be turning 40 this year, which my mother has told me I am not allowed to mention around her.
Meanwhile, my daughter will turn 13.
Not sure if the universe is trying to tell me something there.
At the moment, the biggest thing about the round number is that I won’t have to pause for a second to do the math when someone asks me how old I am. I don’t feel a midlife crisis coming on yet, but I should probably go back and reread that post about exercise and go back to watching what Ieat. I’ve been trying to cut back my beef consumption to once or twice a week. But cheeseburgers are still tasty, so we’ll see how that goes.
