Today is my 42nd birthday. And I'm quite happy about it.
Now I know not a lot of people are happy about getting older, but I happen to wear my age as a badge of honour.
I've accomplished a great deal in my life, thus far. And I'm pretty proud of that. I'm also proud to be a mom, who is exceptionally proud of her kids - and who they are becoming through each passing year.
I really think that birthdays are a time to reflect, a time to look back at what you have accomplished - and a time to look forward on what you have yet to do.
Instead of pretending we are an age we are not, I think we should be shouting it from the roof tops. I don't want to mask my age with Botox or some god-forbidden surgery. I like who I am, what I look like - and living life the way I choose.
I take 42 with great happiness, and look at it as a marker, of what was, what is, and what is yet to be.
It's time to celebrate. :)