I know it is often said that time flies, but I really don’t know how I woke up and was 40 years old. I honestly feel like I could be in the movie with Zack Effron- 17 again, because some days that is exactly how I feel; with a few more aches and wrinkles and two kids and a husband. Time has a funny way of moving slowly when you want it to be fast and visa versa. I would always try to imagine what I would look like, what I would be doing with my life when I was forty.. In interviews in my twenties when asked the famous question where do you see yourself in five years, I completely drew a blank. How could anyone possibly answer that question?  I really admired my friends who knew what they wanted to do, a nurse, teacher, artist, designer. I really had no idea and just moved through my life in the past twenty years, basically year by year. Pursing things that interested me, working in a career that I loved but didn’t know I loved it until I was in it. Marriage and children was something else too. Would I be a good mother and wife? I couldn’t see it at all. I had to be in it to know. So here I am, now at forty, with a life I that I have to say with its bumps along the way has been a joyous ride. I think at 40 I am wiser, more tolerant, and happier, because what I do know is that it will be a blessing to wake up at 50, 60 , 70, and 80 and think ” what a great ride, whats the next chapter in my life going to be all about”. I’m just going to look a lot different, even though I will feel 17 inside.