Birthdays are a funny thing...when you're young you can't wait until your birthday - to be older. When you're in the middle of your life, you just want to forget about it "because" you're getting older. And at the end of your life, you're just thankful you keep having birthdays.
Today is my birthday...my 40th. I am sure my guardian angels up above never thought I would make it this far...much less my parents (I am highly accident prone...and I have been stitched up and raced to the hospital more times than I care to admit). Nevertheless, I'm still here...still "ticking" but with slightly slower batteries. I wake up in the morning and sometimes hurt in places that I didn't think had muscles...but I'm still here. I have begun to tell my kids the..."I remember when" stories and they just look at me like I'm crazy...but I'm still here. I now have to circle the "40 - 45 division" when I enter a running race...but I'm still here.
So the way I see it, turning 40 isn't really that bad...let's look on the bright side....I'm still here...and that's a really good thing.