Have you seen my youth?
Today is my 40th birthday.
It is hard to be depressed over your birthday when you have young children; they’re just so damn excited about it. My six-year-old has had a countdown going for the last three days.
I’ve always been pretty nonchalant about age. The year I was 28 I spent about nine months telling people I was 29 by mistake. It really hasn’t been something that I’ve been thinking about that much. I guess when my husband and sister both turned 40 a couple of years ago I mentally turned along with them.
However, as laissez-faire as I am about my age, now that this milestone birthday has actually arrived it does give me pause for thought.
As I sit here on my little notebook whipping this post out into the blogosphere, I remember when my family got it’s first computer. I was ten and it was a Commodore 64. It got it’s name from the impressive 64K RAM.
We played Pong.
Now I feel like I’m 40!