Number 40

40 seems to be a number that my life keeps stumbling over a lot lately.  Moses was in the wilderness for 40 years, Children's Cup 40 Days of Prayer, and Doug's 40th recently to name a few.  Most people I know cringe at the thought of turning 40.  Gasp!  For some odd reason with approximately 137 days to go, I think I might actually be getting excited about it.  I cannot quite put my finger on it, but I think I am.  Is that wrong?  So what if there are a few dozen wrinkles and, well, I don't exactly 'look' the same as I did 20 years ago.  You're only as old as you feel, right?  I admit I do feel quite ancient at times, however, I am about to change that.  Inside I still feel like I'm on the edge of adulthood, but outside is about to get a wake up call.  Tuesday is the day I'm diving in:  gym membership!  It is time.


Speaking of time, I must get back to the book I've been glued to since I got home this evening.  I'll tell you all about it when I'm done reading it.  Good Night!