Year 40

I was invited to the 30th birthday party of a friend and I asked him how it felt to turn 30. He shrugged his shoulders and didn't say anything. I told him that this year, I celebrated my 40th and he asked me what was tougher, the 30th or the 40th. Hands down, the tougher of the two was 30! I remember what I was doing and even what I was wearing on that birthday. On March 11, 1999, I went to work, sporting a dark purple, suade, form-fitting skirt and a lavender sweater. I sat at my desk and bawled my eyes out. I hated leaving my 20s. I hated being 30!