“How does it feel turning forty?” -most people when they find out I’m turning 40

Yep, it’s here. Monday, December 17th, 2018. I will *officially* turn 40. I maintain that I turned 40 years ago, because I’ve always been older than my actual age (except for a brief period in my 20s, where I decided to actually be in my 20s).

Honestly, 40 feels like nothing. This is probably because to me, 40 is an accumulation. A birthday isn’t a singular event. It’s a culmination of all the seconds, minutes, hours, days, and years leading up to that point, and then just keeps on rolling. Over the summer, I had a moment where I wanted to make sure I “achieved” things before I turned 40. I’m grateful for that moment, because I don’t think I would have gotten my first tattoo. It also kept me pushing through a particularly difficult class in grad school. But that’s it. That was my flash-in-the-pan “Oh crap I’m turning 40” moment.

As I take stock on the last 40 years, I am grateful to God for all that I have been given, all that I have endured, and all that is still to come. I am happy. I am proud. I look forward to the 40 years and 1 day mark, because I get to keep going. I don’t need to wax philosophical about what I haven’t done. I’ve done a lot. And I’m going to do more.

Cheers!