So this happened. I turned 40.

There has been sooooo much hype leading up to this birthday. Every other blogger has poured out their hearts and lessons learned that have paved the way to big 4-0. I even did my share of thankfulness and soul searching posts. 

I have to admit, the moment my friends of the 1974 era began to have THE birthday I was already considering myself a 40 year old. So when the big day came this weekend it wasn't a difficult declaration : I AM 40! 

40 is a club. I swear. I have never been welcomed into my teens, my 20's, or my 30's with a 'welcome to the club!'  So now I am a bit panicked. I was previously unaware that there was a club. Are there fees? A secret handshake? Levels to be promoted to? 

Based on my celebratory girls weekend (are we even allowed to be called girls anymore?) I will tell you what 40 is:

40 is being able to wear whatever the heck you want...you have a confidence and a delusion that you are still rockin. 

40 is drinking champagne in a bathtub with your girlfriends, because you are thirsty and a queen of multitasking. 

40 is knowing which credit cards placed on a bar top (not belonging to you) will be able to fund your night out. 

40 is having zero game in a club (24 year old approaches and I announce my children are nearly his age)...

40 is ordering a Manhattan and knowing which vermouth was used. 

40 is knowing that a pair of shoes will make or break your night. 

40 is having a bedtime plan to ensure tomorrow doesn't hurt as much. 

40 is getting a cold/sinus infection after a weekend of late nights. 

40 is knowing who your friends are, the benefit of a great smile, the value of a good cup of coffee, and the knowledge that the next decade will outshine all those preceding it. 

So, to those in the club: thanks for letting me join. I'm ready. 

Stay happy & healthy (get sleep...)

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