A few notes about turning 40 years old.
Yesterday, I officially turned 40 years old.
The first 40 years of my life are over, and I’d say they were pretty respectable for the most part. I’ve made some really bad decisions in that time, sure, but on the whole, it’s been a hell of a ride that I’m pretty proud of. I’m very lucky, and I’m extremely fortunate to have what I have in life. I don’t take a single bit of that for granted. It wasn’t owed to me, and it wasn’t my right.
It was the result of hard work, and being a fucking decent human being, with we need more of these days.
So here we are, 40 years old. 40 doesn’t feel different. I presume that is because once you get there, you’ve mostly gotten life figured out, and you know what the next 40 are likely to look like.
Like many tend to do though, I’m not going to end up selling everything I own to buy a Corvette, or go through some other mid-life crisis that turning 40 seems to set off in people. I’m cool with being 40. And I’m perfectly content with knowing that the majority of my life is most likely behind me now. I’ve never really worried about what I couldn’t control.
But, I do want to use this occasion as sort of a reset. It feels like a good time to evaluate life and make changes for the better, especially being so close to the beginning of a new year. But I’m not resetting in the mid-life crisis kind of way. I’m resetting more in the ‘it’s time to just live life the way I want to’ kind of way.
I’m not 100% sure what that looks like, yet. I just know it will involve more adventures, a shit ton of less stress, and some really good times. It takes some willpower to make changes in life, and most never do it. Most can’t leave the comfort of routine behind to carve out new paths. But it’s time.
40 down and (maybe) another 40 to go if I’m lucky. It’s time to see if I can make the next 40 even better than the first 40.