Today, I am 40.

Oh my gosh when I see it in writing it seems like I’m talking about someone else. FORTY. I don’t consider 40 old. At all. I just thought I’d feel more adult-like by forty. My mom, who is 66, says that she still doesn’t feel adult-like; so maybe this is just life, and we’re all secretly kids wandering the world in our grownup suits. Forty …