So, here's the thing. I turned 40. It wasn't unexpected, stay alive long enough and happens to everyone. I wasn't even that perturbed by the idea. Just another number, I told myself.
So there I was, lying in bed on the morning of friday the 19th of October 2012. I sat up, switched my alarm off, and sank back against the pillows, musing. 40. I was now 40.
'This is alright' I thought. 'Don't know why everybody makes such a big deal about it.'
And then I thought '40 years' which was round about the time I had the stomach wrenching realisaton that "being 40" means having been ALIVE FOR FOURTY YEARS!! Oh my good god and an assortment of expletives. I suppose my mind had been protecting me beforehand - although why it had to stop protecting me at such a vulnerable moment I don't know.
So there it is.
I have been alive for 40 years.
It has been, all in all, a pretty damn good ride. And if what those who have been there before me say is true, the ride gets better.
So I guess I better hold on to my hat!! Or perhaps, first buy a hat, and then hold on to it.
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