I can vividly remember my friends’ parents having their 40th birthday parties with “Lordy, Lordy, Look Who’s 40” on the cakes or decorations. And I remember thinking “Wow, 40. That’s practically dead. How sad, because I really like X.”
And here we are, twenty days out from me turning 40.
I have accomplished nothing! I feel like a kid who hasn’t done his homework and then discovers that the school has burned down. I have accomplished nothing! Victory is mine!
Which is not to say that I haven’t accomplished some things. But I do think that I have very successfully make a way in the world that I can thrive and be weird and still be okay. That means a lot to me.