Aging Gracefully?

So all year I've been saying I am 40. Listen to me: "Well, you know now that I'm 40...". Or "being 40 is great - I loved my 30s so much more than my 20s so it would follow that 40 would be even better". And, "how old are you Mrs. Armentrout?". "I'm 40."

So on the phone the other day I say something like that to my mother and my mother says, Paige, you're 41...

I had to count it in my head - so convinced was I that she was absolutely wrong.

Wow. I lied for the better part of a year. I think maybe being 40 wasn't such a big deal but wading on into the 40s wasn't as palatable.

Now I'm almost 42. I think that sounds better anyway.