forty
I turned forty yesterday. Some kid I used to be watched it happen, unfazed by the news; unwilling to let it matter. It’s a number, I tell myself, higher than some and lower than others. I welcome the passage of time. Time wouldn’t care if I didn’t. I’m more than content as I whisk through this milestone.
The big dates allow for an inventory of your place in the world. These are dates like scenic vistas on the highway, practically demanding a quick break from travel to look back at the view. It’s a view I am proud of. I pause briefly, the moment passing even as I write this. Though I will absorb the burden of this new age until whatever becomes the next big date, I feel unscathed by forty. I’m pleased to discover that I’m as happy right how as I have ever been in my life.
