This is it. Forty. The Big 4-0.
In a lot of ways, I don’t feel 40. I haven’t found any grey hairs. I still get pimples. I get back pain, but that’s been true for at least the past 10 years. I still read comics, I still watch cartoons, I still play with Legos, I still daydream about being a superhero or a mad scientist.
But I also feel like I’ve been going through a mental and emotional growth spurt lately. I feel like I’m seeing myself and other people with clearer vision. Dammit, I feel like I’m growing up–in a very good way.
Change is inevitable and unstoppable. You can run alongside it and dance with it or you can let it drag you along, kicking and screaming. Me? I’d much rather dance.