One foot in the grave
This past weekend, I celebrated my 40th birthday. Without any exaggeration, I can say it was the best birthday I can remember. Although a few people I would have liked to see couldn’t make it to my party this weekend, most of the people I wanted to see the most were there and we had a great time.
40 is an interesting milestone. The body and mind still mostly work, and you’ve had enough time to figure out what’s important to you acquire the resources to make those things come about. I can’t think of an age I’d rather be.
Having said that, I understand why some people go through a midlife crisis. As time passes, you get past your prime and the virtually unlimited range of options you once faced narrows considerably. Hair falls out and turns gray. You realize that if you’re going to do something, you need to make it happen before the clock runs out.
All I really wanted for my birthday was some good company and for Keiko to still be well enough to enjoy it too. I got both of my wishes and more. I start a new job in just a few days, a new book that I coauthored comes out soon, and I have a lot of great rides planned for the year. Doesn’t get much better than that.