Ok, so here it is.  I can't believe it is actually here.  I don't feel it.  I hope I don't look it.  And I'm sure not ready for it.  Yep, tomorrow I turn 40!  Today is my last day as a 30 something.  My husband breezed through it (of course he's strong and fierce and this kind of thing doesn't bother him).  Now I realize that there are many other bigger and more important milestones in life.  However, 40 is a true mile marker.  At 40, you have no choice but to examine what you've accomplished and whether you are where you thought you'd be.  I am trying to face it in a positive way.  I can't say I am in the place I imagined, but perhaps that is good?  Is success measured by how much money you make...how many people you inspire or how beautiful your family is?  I want to believe that my success is measured by the quality of people I call friends, the amount of good my children put back into the world and striving every day to live without regret, even when faced with the most foolish mistakes.  I feel proud of how much my husband still loves me after putting up with me for nearly 14 years.  I am grateful that my family continues to support me even after I stumble and even when I don't call as often as I should.  It's not always easy to feel accomplished at 20, 30, 40 and beyond, but I like to believe that if I can have a small positive impact on my little corner of this world, than I must consider myself a success.  I don't think I knew this at 21, when my Mom turned 40 and I thought..."gosh that seems old".  I still didn't know it at 30, with two young children wearing me out every day and a prosperous real estate career.  I have had more in my life; more money, more parties, and even more friends - but never have I felt richer.  At forty, I am on my way to being a true grown up and you know what...it feels good.