Goodbye 30s

I can't bring myself to go to bed. When I wake up tomorrow, I'll be 40. I keep thinking that for as long as I can stay awake I'm still in my 30s. And so here I sit, trying to decide if I'm ready to take the plunge.

Silly, I know. I've always thought so. Just a number... doesn't mean a thing. And I stand by that.

But still.

My 30s has been such a rich, rich era. Getting married, being pregnant, having 3 gorgeous children, moving out of my beloved city, starting a business, buying a home, making it home. Growing up... a little. Aging for the first significant time. It's been a big decade. I don't know that I've paid it proper tribute just yet.

Ok, and I don't want to look 40.

But I suppose I'm more likely to look 40 by tomorrow if I don't take that plunge and go to sleep already.

Besides, I'm so damn curious. What could possibly be next!!