Friday, November 30th

My fortieth birthday? Once I thought forty must be the end of everything. But it isn’t! I don’t feel any older today than yesterday—when I was only 39! Or the day before yesterday when I was –19! Thank God we don’t feel old. Life is much richer, fuller happier, more comfortable for me now than it was when I was twenty. I have won the success I resolved to win twenty years ago. It is worth the struggle—but I would not wish to be twenty again with the struggle still before me. No I am quite content to be forty—though it does sound so impossible. And I suppose the next twenty years will fly by even more swiftly. Then I shall, if living, be sixty. That sounds grandmotherly.

~from The Selected Journals of L.M Montgomery Volume II (November 30th, 1914)