You couldn't pay me enough money to be a teenager again even if it were possible.
My twenties and thirties were a blur of "What in the world am I doing here?!?" and the first half of my forties seemed to be spent in re-grouping from one life-shifting event to another. One face-plant after another.
So, no, I've never minded getting older even though I haven't done it very gracefully.
But 45 was a different kind of year. A really good kind of different, even though I don't know precisely how it happened.
I'm really looking forward to the year of being 46. It looks promising!!
P.S. My baby turned 23 today!