40 / 40

From crying on the bedroom floor to having caviar.

Finding the will to go on — and other dramatic reactions to 40.

I turned 40 yesterday.

Man, I was not ready.
I was in my feels for most of the day about it too.

Which is silly.
But still, it happened.
And it was hella dramatic.

Part of the reason I was — disappointed, is because I couldn’t do what I had my heart set on.

But it’s gonna be okay. Cause like the gorgeous woman who made me and my life possible said, “Baby, it’s your 40th year, not your 40th day.”

My Mama is wicked smart.

So I’ll allow another day of silly feelings, but after that, I’m getting started on a full year of rad shit.

I think I’ll call it 40 for 40.

And I won’t be able to do some of this stuff alone. Gonna enlist some of y’all to join or help me.

It’s gonna be all sorts of stuff too.

But until then, let me say thank you to all of you who called, texted, or hell, even shouted me out in their stories.

Thank you to my bestie who did not take no for an answer.

Thanks to my parents — for you know. 😂 But definitely for loving me well and still raising me to this day.

I am very very loved and I definitely felt that love yesterday.

In the words of The Clark Sisters, “I am blessed and highly favored.”

I’m going to keep track of what I’m gonna get into this year.

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