Who Knew

I turned 40 this year.

I think that was supposed to be a big deal, but immersed in my own vanity my immediate thought was: Damn! At least I don't look my age! Beyond that, bring on the cake and presents. And yes, I still expect my mommy to call and sing Happy Birthday to me... which of course she did as she has every year of my life without fail.

Reveling in the fact that I was entering a new decade of my life, I spent a bit of time assessing where I was and if I was where I thought I would be at this age, or better yet if I was really on target for where I wanted to be by the time I'm say 50. You have to consider that once, much like the Charlie Rich song, I thought I'd be dead by 30 so the fact that I'm still alive and very much kicking is in fact a big deal.

I clearly have at least 10 years worth of social experimentation in life under my belt that I never thought I would enjoy, and quite frankly I've done a lot more "experimenting" than my dear mother could bear being reported to her on one of her occasional calls to me or her grandchildren. Fact is, I decided several years ago that parents are people, too. (Not mine, necessarily, but parents in general.) Disclaimer: children should not be people until they are adults, no longer living under my roof, and can ensure that their dear mother is unaware of their own social experiments.

Seriously, though, life is what we make of it. I've made it my personal goal to explore possibilities, report on catastrophes, and provide lessons on my experiences with reality that continue to make me the girl next door who's unlike any other girl you've ever met. As I hit the "publish" button on my inaugural post, I am filled with anticipation for the coming days and of sharing a little bit of my social experiment called LIFE with you.