I turn 40 today.
I have kind of been dreading this day for a year now. I have always loved being in my 30s; it was old enough to have acquired wisdom, but young enough to feel like you still have opportunities.
40, in contrast, seems middle aged.
I can’t stop time, though, and I am determined not to fight my age. Maybe this decade is the decade I do something awesome like write and publish a book and complete an Ironman. Maybe it’s the decade I don’t, and I just raise my son and work as an accountant and live my life quietly and find peace in that.
The fact is, it still can be whatever I decide.
And today, I decide to eat turkey and give thanks and count my blessings.
I am loved, and that is the best birthday present I could ask for.