I’m not usually big on birthdays, but I turned 40 last week and it felt like a bit of a milestone.
I’m not depressed per se about almost being middle-aged (I intend to live until I’m 98, so I have a few years to go on that one), but I have spent some time reflecting on how it feels to be on the other side of four decades.
Without further ado, here are my thoughts on life.