by Melissa Brunner
I turn 39 years old today.
It's really not that big a deal to me. However, I do admit there's a small part of my brain screaming, "What?! How can this be my last year in my 30s?!"
I don't feel 39. I work with a lot of younger people, which I think helps. Some days my knees remind me, but, for the most part I don't think I'm staring 40 in the face. Of course, then I stare in the mirror and see the white along my part line and am reminded that the days just keep right on marching past.
But 39? Aren't there things I am supposed to accomplish before I hit 40? I still haven't recorded an album to win my Grammy. I still haven't written that book that will put me on the nationwide speaking circuit. I still haven't invented that next great thing that you just can't live without. I still haven't won a marathon - although I have learned that I really don't want to do that - continuing to run 13.1 is just fine by me!
Actually, a lot is just fine by me. I have a great job that continues to challenge me. I live in a great community with great people who allow me to be involved and make a difference in so many areas. I have a great family. And I look at all those celebs we admire so much and notice how many of our most popular "idols" are in their 40s, 50s, 60s and beyond.
I am blessed. And life is just getting started!