I will be forty in less than six months and do not feel like I am approaching my fourth decade on planet earth. No, I feel at times, like I am still in my twenties. My workouts are still hard, sweaty, and fastidious, I still dance like I am in college, I enjoy nature like an eight year old, I love stupid jokes, to make funny faces, to burp so loud my children and I fall to the floor laughing, but I finally have felt my age in two instances in the past week. And boy did it feel good!

While writing is my passion and one day I hope it can afford me the life I would love to give my children, I miss being in fashion since the closing of my boutique almost a year ago. My friend Connie is a rep for a fabulous line called Cabi. Over the summer I checked the line out and talked to her in depth about her sales, the line, and how much she loves what she is doing.

I was longing to be back in the world where I am very good at what I do, where I find great joy and satisfaction,; styling people to look their best!

I decided I wanted to be a personal stylist at Nordstrom. Nordstrom has stability and great products! I know, this economy is not begging for stylist when no one is shopping! I didn't care. I decided Nordstrom needed me and I needed them.

Two Mondays ago I woke up, showered, picked out a rockin outfit and went down to Walnut Creek, CA's Nordstrom. Oh, I walked in there and took a deep breath and smelled the scent of leather from handbags, and salon shoes, mixed in with perfume from the fragance counters, and thought, "Yep, this is where I want to be!"

I walked up to human resources and told them I would like to apply for a job as a stylist. She kind of looked up at me and told me I had to apply online, and I there I would be a listing of jobs. I said thank you and left.

Here is where I embrace my age; I walked over to personal touch, met with the manager, of the stylists, told her I really wanted to work in this department, I told her why I was so qualified for this job, and she set up an interview with me for the following Wednesday.

I would never have done that in my twenties or early thirties. With age comes confidence and wisdom and boy do I love it!

I met with Cheryl this past Wednesday. I was hired. She told me in eighteen years she has never hired a stylist outside of Nordstrom. Normally, they hire from within and you have to have two years experience on the floor and be a top producer!

Well, my age helped me to help Cheryl, the manager, think outside the box! I walked into that interview confident, strong, and very sure of who I am and what I want. I have earned those qualities. I love almost being 40! I never want to go back.

Yesterday, I had to meet with the assistant manager of human resources. Once again, my confidence and wisdom seeped through my pores. Do you know how great it is to not be twenty, nervous, and unsure of yourself? Obviously, we all have to go through our youth and learn our lessons, and I still have a ton of lessons to learn, but to be able to nail an interview, two, and realize who I am and what I am about and my capabilities is a powerful feeling.

Look out 40's, here I come!