40 posts in, what can I say? I’d like to thank my wife, my family, the academy…
Forty is a milestone, I remember turning 40. I was depressed for about a month and then I snapped out of it, and it was odd because getting older was never a problem for me. Two days (ish) before my 40th I was walking around downtown on my lunch break and I noticed a sign on the window of an insurance agency which read, “The average lifespan is 84 yrs old, have you had your investment check up?” I distinctly remember two thoughts, the first being that I’m almost half way finished and what have I done and more importantly where has it all gone? And my second thought was, “I want a shiny red sports car.”
I didn’t get the car and I really don’t want one, just the thought of having to bend in half to get into one of those fancy little cars makes my bones hurt. As for what have I done with the time and where has it all gone? I don’t particularly have a good concrete answer but I’m happy and I’m reasonably sure I’ve done more good than bad so does it really matter? An added bonus is that I’ve had 4 birthdays since and none of them have been a problem.
As I peruse through my older posts I can get little snapshots of some of the ways I’ve spent my time of course you can’t measure 40 posts to 44 years. I do worry a little when I’m sitting in front of the computer and I have absolutely nothing to say and the only thing going through my head is, HOLY CRAP THERE MUST BE MORE THEN THIS? There must be because 40 times now I’ve managed to figure something out. Now I just have to figure out the next 40.
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Yes, Brian, we are getting older, but never old. We have known each other our whole life. We met each other in grade 1 and went thru high school and went different ways in unversity. Even though we each landed in different parts of the US, I have to say it was great getting here. We did a lot of growing up. We built a club house, found skippy, built a deck in the back and side of the house. We even had fun driving a bob cat. I have to say my first half was great, specially having a friend like you. It is amazing how we both ended up in the states with wifes that understand us. I know my second half will be good, I don’t feel 44, I never felt my age, ever. I don’t even act my age, why should I. I do know one thing, we will end up the same way we started. Walking some neighbourhood talking about eveything and nothing.
First, thanks for commenting on my blog, means a lot. And yes we go way back and I do miss those days and I do look forward to the future, I cannot complain, great friends, happy times and I look forward to the future. Thanks for putting things back in perspective. We really do need to see if we can figure out a way to meet up this summer or fall.
Congrats on the big 4-0.
Interestingly, my fortieth birthday was actually lots of fun and I was not unhappy about it at all….
30 was a bitch.
aww come on, 30 was great, (okay I have no memory of 30) but it couldn’t have been bad. Just goes to show that we are all wired a little differently.
As I approach 70 I recall what my mother used to say when she was in her late 80’s. The hard part about growing old is not that you feel so old, its that you feel so young. Then you look in the mirror!
Richard made me cry. That is all.