i boasted the other day to my precious sister in law about how free-ing forty felt.
how untangled by the world i was...
no longer am i smooshed by what others thought of me...
finally free to just be....you know, comfortable in my own skin!
i smiled (not a little pridefully) and said, "oh! it's just fine!"
as soon as i walked away i burst into tears!
later i told dan about it all...
he thinks i may be entering early menopause!
enough about me...where was i in my counting?
#108 being reminded that my life (all forty years of it!) is not my own