Today I turn 40.
Why I think this means I should start a blog, I don't know. But here I am, delving into what millions of people do daily. I don't know if I'll be any good at it, but then again, I don't care. I'm not looking for a million followers. I'm not looking to be famous (or infamous). I just thought it might be fun to record the "what comes next" upon turning 40.
I woke up this morning to 40. And quite frankly, it didn't feel any different than waking up to 39, or any of the birthdays before it (with the exception of 21, where I could legally walk into a bar and order a drink). I look the same, I weigh the same (well, maybe a few ounces more due to that too-big bowl of ice cream I ate last night!), I think the same. So what is 40 all about?
I started out this year getting my first "adult" prescription. That means that after several visits to the doctor and a fun variety of tests, I now take a daily pill, and will continue to take it for the next....who knows how long. Is this what it means to be 40? Pills, tests, scans, prods and pokes? I hope not.
I look at myself in the mirror and say "Dammit, I look good." Well, maybe not model good, but hey, I'm 40 and don't have any wrinkles or grey hair good. So I must be doing something right. I'm not sure what. I'm a bit too lazy. I'm a bit of a slob. I like to goof off, play games, watch reality TV and take naps. Is this to key to the next 40 years? I guess I'll find out.
