Last weekend I celebrated my 40th birthday! Sounds terrible… I definitely don’t feel like (and like to think that don’t look like ?) 40, but that’s what the numbers say. I guess I am not very good at accepting getting older a decade. I remember crying when I turned 30. Actually, the beginning of my 30s was the time when I felt best about myself. I discovered a lot about myself, and I felt stronger and freer. That was also when I started to hang out with the love of my life, my now-husband. But still, I remember not liking the way 30 sounded. 40 is much worse to the ear. I wish I stayed 26 all my life. Not because that was my happiest year but just because I like the way it sounds. I always did. I liked it even before I was 26.

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