Last September, I was a barely turned 38 and if anyone accidentally said I was 39, I was quick to say they were wrong. I was not even close to 39. Don't even whisper that wrong number in association with me! I was just 38.
But as with every year, as the months ticked by, the idea that the next, bigger, number was ahead of me started to not be so awful and by the end of July I was mentally reminding myself that I am not 39. I am still 38.
Until tomorrow! Tomorrow, 39 awaits me.
But the day after tomorrow, please don't refer to me as 40. I need to get the feel of 39 first!