So yeah...

I'm 40.

Yup, I turned 40 a week ago. Leading up to it, I was depressed and scared. Any end of a decade is scary. I've started to look at it as the beginning of a new decade. I forget to act like I'm 40. I had this vision of what 40 is. What 40 should be. It's not that. Not at all.

I'm still me. Immature, giggly, silly me. I like some of the stuff my kids like. I like some of the stuff my mom likes. I like some of the stuff no one likes.

Yeah, lots of people tell me age is just a number. It's so hard to buy that until it happens. I'm learning to let things go. I'm learning that holding on to things makes you old. I'm trying to laugh more. I'm trying to be what I always thought I should be. Happy.

Nothing in particular has changed, yet everything has changed. My life is still crazy, I'm just trying to find the funny in everything. Funny makes me stress less.

I'm high strung and sometimes it's hard to find the funny. I'm not pulling it off all the time, but I'm pulling it off some of the time.

I'm remembering to treat people like people. Not everyone deserves my respect, but they do deserve courtesy. People tend to blend the 2 words together, but in reality they're very different. I'm trying to remember to be courteous.

40's not too bad so far.

~Kim