Cheyenne and I had to run into Barnes and Noble today for a book and while waiting in line a magnet caught my eye.  The magnet asked, "How old would you be if you didn’t know how old you are?"

I love this question! I have been thinking about it ever since.  At first I thought that I would surely be 21, but then I realized no…I know too much and have acquired too much self-confidence…no, I couldn’t be 21. 

Perhaps I would be closer to 29.  At 29 you are older and wiser, but still young.  Hmmm…still a bit too young I think..not old enough to understand the triumph of living through raising teenagers. 

35 sounds good – beginning to hit the mid-life stride plus it is a woman’s sexual primetime.  Almost…but not quite right.  I think I am a little beyond the romps of the mid-thirties. 

But what about 40?  I like 40…I can do 40 – in a "I know where I’ve been and I like where I am going" kind of way.   It does seem like 40 is an age of revelation though and I think I have reveled all I need to – I’ve got this "me" thing down now. 

I think I would have to ultimately say I am the new forty – I feel it and it fits me.  Still young, but not too young.  Older, but not too old.  Confident in who I am and able to laugh at and appreciate who I have been during the journey.  Even if I didn’t know my age tomorrow, in my heart of hearts I would know that I am comfortably sitting in the beginning of a great decade…a decade where none of the moments should be wasted.

So…how old would you be?

Day two hundred and fifty of the new forty – obla di obla da

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