Turning 40--Thank Heavens for Jon Bon Jovi
40 is NOT What I Thought It Would Be I'm not going to lie. It happened. I turned 40. If only it was THAT simple. You also know that my birthday is a BIG deal if you know me. I count down. I remind you periodically that my birthday is coming. It's typically a week before, the day of, and a week after the celebration. When it's over, I remind you that it all starts again in just 364 more days. It started innocently enough. My routine was not even the slightest bit disrupted. The countdown had begun! This was a momentous year. One of those years you look forward to, like 16, 21, 30...there was a giddiness in me and a bounce to my stride. Then, about four hours before the minute of my birth was to be reached, I heard forty screaming for me to join the "Dark Side." I kid you not. Even the heavy breathing, though that quite possibly could have been me reaching the top of the stairs. Why did it happen? I have no clue. Suddenly, my parade of celebration was a death marc...