I've been thinking about 39 for a while now. There are several ways to think of this age--I could be pouty and say this is my "last" birthday, never adding another number to 39 each year after this. I'm not so narcissistic as to be that way.
I could also say that I've been three years old 13 times. Not sure that's much fun, though.
I could be thirteen 3 times. Nope--teen years, *shudder*--I don't want to relive those.
I'm one less than forty. I'm one day younger than Rachael Ray. I'm now older than my sister-in-law (and she will most certainly stop by my blog to remind me!)
I was born in a year that was hugely pivotal for this country, 1968. I'm hoping I've had the same force of impact on someone else's life, in a good way.
Doing nothing today at all--same stuff, different day--it's all different when you get older, isn't it?