Tomorrow is the day...the day I begin my fortieth year on this earth. I'd been thinking of it as my 39th birthday, UNTIL a dear friend pointed out the aforementioned fact. It is kind of giving me tingles to think of it that way, too. I am equally terrified, and excited. I expect tomorrow to pass in the same way as most birthdays, with fun, and gifts, and kind greetings and, of course, cake. But what will it be like AFTER tomorrow. To be IN my fortieth year seems so EPIC, and deserving of a journey, and thus, this blog...