Forty two.
I’ll take this moment to gloat about the fact that only a few months ago a workmate said that she thought I was twenty-five not in my forties!! I knew there’d be a time where I’d appreciate looking younger than I am.
I actually love getting older, though. I feel like the older I get the more I figure out what really matters.
The more you know what matters, the more present you can be, and the more present you can be, the more joy fills your life.
