But I'm not going to have a b-day freakout. Rather than worry that I'm going to wake up tomorrow with my ass two inches lower than it is today, or send myself off into full existential crisis mode by trying to get my mind around the fact that everything is meaningless and I'm just crawling towards the abyss, I decided not to waste time on brooding this year. Besides the fact that 40 looks pretty darn good from this side of 30, I have more important things to think about, such as:
* Join yoga studio. I want Pilates abs by this time next year. Plans made; abs already planning steady resistance, possible mutiny.
* Increase Netflix three-at-a-time to four-at-a-time. I know this is actually counterproductive to item one, but I hate to wait between Netflixes and I hate Blockbuster.
* Semi-drastic haircut. I like it long, but I actually shut my hair in a door last week. Time for a color change and a few inches off. Appointment scheduled.
* Book to be published (you can't see it, but I'm doing a little dance about this one). It's nonfiction, based on an essay I wrote earlier this year, should be out by fall of 2007, and details will follow. I have a lot of work to do before my March deadline, but still, BEST b-day present to myself EVER. It was the last item on my "By Age 35" milestone goals list.