Dear Diary,
I'm turning 40, and I am not sure how I feel about that.
I think it kinda sucks a little.
According to popular Western media, a woman over 40 is mother/career overachiever/cougar/crazy old bat.
I am none of those things.
I am a mother to two doggies, but I've never given birth to a human child or held a little mouth to my breast.
I am a career woman but not an overachiever. My career track was derailed a few times, so I am not at executive level and, frankly, I don't want to be. I want a life outside of work.
I'm not thin enough or pretty enough to be a cougar, and I resent the implication that a woman who is strong, available, financially independent and sexually active is, by definition, a predator.
I may be slightly crazy, but you can't see it if you just talk to me out in the world.
So who am I now that I am 40?
Stay tuned while I figure this out...