I hate getting my picture taken. HATE. But I took these photos the other day because I suppose now that it’s only a few weeks away, it’s officially the countdown to the big birthday. There aren’t many photos of me laying around and I thought I might want to see what I looked like at 40 when I’m really old (yes, I did just say 40 for those who are new around here) because I just took a look at photos of myself when I was 30 and like, whoa! Not that I look all *that* different, but yeah, I looked different back then.
I’m pretty okay with turning 40. I haven’t had that much time to think or dwell on it, but I’m not freaked out by it or anything and I’m not going to start lying about my age. Sure, a lot has happened in the last 10 years since I celebrated the last milestone birthday, but I don’t feel 10 years older, I still kinda dress the same, and even though I know I’ve aged I don’t feel like I look that much older. (or maybe I do. I don’t know. Okay, I do have a lot more gray hair now, like a lot more). For a long time I didn’t see any wrinkles and I began to think that I’d look the way I did forever, but they are there.