Goodbye, 45!

 

I turned 46 a couple days ago.  I've never minded getting older.  Perhaps because the preceding years didn't seem like all that much fun.

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!