Today, it is official, I am ‘over-the-hill’.  

Before e-cards were a thing (nobody had a computer then or knew about the internet), I remember shopping at Hallmark with my mother for a card for someone who had just turned 40.  I explicitly remember a picture of a hill on the front of the card and chucking to myself when I opened the card, “you may be over the hill…but I still love you, you old fart.” 

Being 41 is a strange feeling:  I’ve lived half my life; I have crows-feet forming around my ey...