I’m 42 years old now. (Edit: As of this past December.) This morning, I realized…
- I can finally grow some decent facial hair (if I wanted to, but I don’t);
- I’m learning to deal with the death of a parent;
- I’m finally learning how to handle my money and pay down my debts;
- I’m learning how to deal with my anxiety and depression in a constructive way.
I don’t know if 42 really is the “Answer to the Ultimate Question of Life, the Universe, and Everything,” but it’s turning out to be a very significant number to me.