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"Thank you. I don't think they count after 40."
"Are you really older than forty! You certainly don't look it!"
"Thank you, thank you. Yes, I dyed my hair before I started this job. I love that reaction."
"I don't get that reaction anymore."
"Wait, you certainly don't look that age either!"And so it goes. The "Over Forty" exchange among healthy socialized middle-aged Americans.
I cannot complain. Like Pablo Picasso, I too believe that "youth has no age." On this, my forty-first birthday, I am full of youth. As experienced as I am in many areas, I still feel like an amateur in many others. And, my deliberate endeavors to constantly learn new things and question what I think I already know has kept my insides well-tuned. I kept my promise to myself to surround myself with love and beauty, and truly, it has done wonders. I have closed doors and by doing so, opened others that I never thought I would have the opportunity to open. I abandoned political niceties for truth and principle. I abandoned ego for vulnerability. And as a mentor judge once taught me by his life's example, I am an open book and keep no secrets. Every day I dress - not in order to conform to expectations - rather, as if it were my last chance to enjoy this world. And I savor what is beautiful in it. And I compromise for no one. And I love and support and receive nourishment from my friends - family and otherwise.
Life is Good.