Forté

And so, the day arrived with very little fanfare ... well, OK, there was some fanfare: a few early phone calls, a couple of clever newspaper ads — including one with the Grim Reaper and the number 40, only instead of the zero, MY FACE! But aside from just knowing that this was the big day, I have to admit it could have been like any other day.

And then, tonight, an unexpected (but secretly hoped-for) call from a girl who, for a while there, I thought I might never hear from again, and suddenly: I realize, again, how incredibly awesome life is. And how, yeah, from time to time, I can get caught up in the daily routine, and wonder if the path I am on is the one I am meant to travel, and question and analyze everything I do and have done and might do ... but then, after a few hours spent with people who really, really love me and after a few minutes spent talking to someone who is, now and forever, in my heart, I am absolutely in awe and in love with my life and everyone in it.

: )

I had a moment today, just after I had showered and suddenly realized that I had “officially” reached my fortieth birthday: I decided, all at once, that I am not forty — I am forté. Which, if memory serves me correctly (at my advanced age and all), in music, means loud. And, I think, in everyday life means something you are good at — as in: Tennis is something I play on a regular basis, but badminton is my forté.

See? Doesn’t that sound way cooler than forty?

God, I rule my fucking world.

: )

I feel good. Tired. Content. Optimistic. Happy. Inspired.

I even feel a little taller. How in the world did THAT happen??!