My Last 24 Hours As a 30 Something

Tomorrow I turn 40.

I’d fear losing my hair, but that happened before I hit the big 3-0.

No mid life crises for me. Too loyal to my Wife. Too broke for a sports car. And I’m pretty darned happy where I’m at.

So…

What exactly will happen when I wake up tomorrow and find a different number in front of my age?

Probably not a whole lot physically. Well, I take that back. I will hopefully have shed the last couple of pounds to reach my 40 by 40 weight loss goal.

So if anything, I am much healthier and stronger than I have been in many, many years.

Mentally, I will let it affect me only if I allow it.

Age has always seemed such a relative thing to me.

We all know 90-year-olds with the wonder and spirit of a child. And we all know the youngsters who are far grumpier than their tender age dictates they should be.

Most people seem to dread hitting 40. I look forward to it. Embrace it, actually.

I am happier in my work and personal life infinitely more than I was when I was hitting 30.

Sure the hair’s gone.

But the motivation, determination, and love of life is here more than it has ever been.

Abraham Lincoln was right. A person is as happy as they make up their minds up to be.

So don’t wish me any cliched condolences tomorrow. I don’t need them or want them.

You can wish me a Happy Birthday in spirit by celebrating your life.

Regardless of how many candles you’ve blow out through the years.

And it really can be true. Today is the first day of the rest of your life.

Isn’t that an amazing thing?

Cheers!