Turning 40 and ready to own it
My husband Karim takes pleasure in reminding me that I’m old. He's been doing this for a few years. There's a six year age difference between us so I’ll always be older than him. This Friday is my birthday. I'm turning 40. I'm not sure what 40 is suppose to feel like, but it's not old. If I had the power to turn back the clock my 12 year-old self would agree with Karim and say, “Forty is old.” Let's fast forward a few years; My 25 year-old self was dreading this day. Fast forward 10 more years and my 35 year-old self was beginning to make peace with the idea. Probably because I realized it was around the corner. Now that corner is just two days away. Enough time has passed. I’m okay with turning 40. I’m actually better than ok, I’m finally ready to own it. And while I’m proud to own my 40 th and the years I have ahead of me, I would be remiss if I didn’t acknowledge I live in a society where I may be the exception and not the rule.