Happy Birthday to Me!

Saturday was my birthday.  My 39th, for real.  I'm not just saying I'm 39 because I don't want anyone to know I'm actually 42.  I might stay 39 for a while, but I don't think so.  I'm not too worried about my 40s.  My 30s were way better than my 20s, and I'm expecting my 40s will top my 30s.  As I'm getting older,  I'm getting more comfortable with myself.   I'm trying new things, like kaying and running and writing, and I like it.  I'm not as afraid to talk to people I don't know, or to go places by myself.  I'm still self-conscious, but I'm learning to get over it and not worry so much what other people think about me.  I'm stronger and healthier than I've ever been.  I have awesome kids who are growing up to be really great people.  My relationship with my husband is growing and maturing; from him I'm learning the meaning of real love.  We've faced some difficult challenges this year, but we're staying strong together.  So happy birthday to me!   I'm ready for 39 more, at least!