I wrote
pretty consistently here before and after my daughter was born. Then somewhere along the line I stopped. I’ve written a random blog entry here and
there promising myself to get back into it more consistently again. Here goes another try.
I turned 40 this year. I think 40 is a pretty big deal. I wasn’t expecting it to be, but it is. I remember turning 30 and thinking the whole
world was going to change… then it didn’t.
So I assumed 40 wouldn’t be any different.
It is SO different. And I’m not sure I can adequately explain
it. Maybe it’s the extra hair growing
out of my eyebrows. (and other places) Maybe
it’s the white hairs mixed in with the brown.
Maybe it’s the click I feel in my right kneecap when I walk. Maybe it’s watching multiple individuals of
my grandparent’s generation disappear one by one.
Besides all that, it just feels different. Maybe it’s also having a 3 year old daughter
now and trying to be an engaged, emotionally close father and husband.
I’ve also had the same job for
going on 8 years now. The longest I’ve
ever lived in any one place was 5 years from 8th grade to 12th
grade. Not like I had much choice back
then. But in the 13 years after getting my undergraduate degree, I’ve never lived anywhere or had a single job
for more than 2 or 3 years. So that’s
another thing that’s different now.
I still have at least 27 years to
go until retirement so I’m not even halfway through my career yet. But I have been watching my retirement savings accounts increase in value which contributes to making me feel all “growed” up and might
also have something to do with 40 feeling like a milestone.
I’m not sure where I’m going
with all this. I think I had a point
that I wanted to make but it turned all stream of consciousness on me.
Turning 40 has felt like a big
deal to me. Not in a bad way. In fact, things are pretty darn good… and…
different. Turning any age won't be a bad thing as long as I have this in my life:
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