Today is the first day of my 40th year. Scary? Maybe it should be. But it’s hard to fathom since I still think of myself as a 25 year old, maybe just one with several years of experience under my belt. I definitely don’t feel like the “grown up” other 40 year olds seem to be. This year is to be a year for me. There are no more babies to come, no “waiting to see” what’s coming next with work or my husbands job. I’m challenging myself to make this a year to focus on my goals and dreams. Two big ones are my schooling and to get my physical self into the best shape I’ve ever been in. All while chasing after 3 kids, make my way in a somewhat new town, and somehow maintaining that put-together home and life that it seems like someone of 40 years old should be able to. Daunting? Yes. Scary? A little. Exciting? Definitely. The time to start is now. Well, after maybe after I finish off this birthday cake…