So far, this has been an odd year.
Not bad-odd, or even good-odd.
I am turning 40 this year, and will admit that I feel a certain sense of accomplishment – even pride – in that fact. Or at least I would, if I wasn't so aware of the colossal oddness of the concept of me-turning-40.
I know I am not the first person who has turned 40 and I won't be the last. I also know that up until recently I thought I was handling the whole "turning 40" thing pretty well….that is, until I shared my opinion with one of my friends, who just shook her head at me with a rueful grin (she being a truly close friend who occupies that position in my life for just such times as these).
All of which means that I now suspect I am having, for lack of a better description, a 'practical mid-life crisis'.