The big Four-Oh

Rather than posting racy pics of Danish elves, I guess I'm supposed to be remarking upon the passing of my 40th birthday today. Yay Rah. There, I celebrated it.

The first 40 years have been great! I was "setup" incredibly well for life by my parents, and I've fallen into a wonderful life with my wife and kids and friends. But I'm not getting exactly what the usual "dread" is about this passage point in life.

You makes your choices and you move ahead. I've had plenty of challenges, but in all I won't complain about the past. Sure, I think a lot more about the end of my life than I used to, but frankly that's just because it's time to do so. I don't sense any lamentations, perhaps because there's still so much out there to do and try and see and enjoy. I won't get it all done, and the rest of my life won't be perfect, and there isn't as much time as there used to be, but history shows that what's ahead will almost certainly NOT be whatever I think it'll be, and so long as I don't worry about it, it'll probably be fun. (And apparently, run-on sentences will be written...)

We don't look backward (too much) -forward is the next 40 years...