Forty

I'm 39. 40 is hovering, a butterfly waiting to shed its chrysalis and burst into life. I feel like I've been this caterpillar all my life, and now and again I've molted and shed old skin for new and grown and ...eaten. lots of eating. and soon I feel like I will come into my own. That's what 40 symbolizes for me. hmmmmmmm. (that's the sound of my insides quivering in anticipation of what God has in store for me)