Today is my 40th birthday.
I blew it off each time I thought about it, for the past month.
Until someone said, "I think that might be bothering you"....
and then I cried.
I felt embarrassed.
Am I so vain that I'd cry over a birthday?
But it wasn't vanity.
It was fear.
Instead of feeling bad about it, I decided to just let it pass.
And it did.