I am 39 Again…Or am I?

My birthday is in a few months. I’ll be forty-one. I’m reflecting over the last year before I commit to being in my forties. The other option is to be thirty-nine forever, and deny aging even though my wrinkles will be all chivalrous against me. It’s 12:02 a.m. and I’m still awake. I’d like to … Continue reading I am 39 Again…Or am I?