This month I turned forty years old. Ugh. I thought I was ready, but it was hard. I’m still not happy about it.

I probably should have planned for a big celebration to offset the emotional toll that comes with this particular milestone. Alas, I had a plain but pleasant birthday.

On Saturday I went to a morning dance class. For lunch Ben and I tried Meta Burger. The oat milk shake was ok, and the fries were good, but the vegan burger gets a big thumbs down. Ben thought the brioche bun was great at least.

I went shopping at Flatirons for some new clothes that fit. I found a couple pieces, and some more things the next week at other stores. It’s hardly worth shopping in real stores anymore – they don’t stock all their sizes and colors so you end up ordering online anyway! I was able to try things on and figure out my size at least.

I got tacos for the family on the way home and Ben picked up Thai food for my dinner Sunday night.

Sunday, my actual birthday, was quiet and nice. The boys got me flowers and made a banner. I had a lot of great presents to open. Family and friends called to wish me a happy day. I played loud music in the kitchen and baked myself a carrot cake.

I had my fav Thai pumpkin curry for dinner while we watched the first half of Thor Ragnarok.

After dinner we played our family campaign of the Cuphead card game. Then they served me the carrot cake and sang the classic song.

I had a great 39th year. I hope to keep the good vibes growing in my 40s.