It's my birthday tomorrow, and on top of that, it's my fortieth. I'm feeling a little grumpy about this, in part because I think it's expected, but mostly because my birthdays tend to inspire some rumination on my part and a hell of a lot has happened over the past couple of years.
I don't feel 40. I completely changed my life and my headspace at 38 and decided to take proactive steps to be happy at 39, so if anything I feel like things are just starting. I have a new apartment with my cat, a new band and a job that makes me feel fulfilled... so much is still fresh. My beard has gotten exceptionally grey these past couple of years, true, but the ladies seem to like it so I can't complain.
Much as I felt at 30, I'm more comfortable in my own skin than I've ever been. I feel like I know who I am, and more importantly, I feel like I know who I want to be, and that's a feeling I've never enjoyed before. It's nice. If I have a regret about it, it's that I waited so long to make real choices for myself.
So here's to another year - it's never too late, and you're never too old.
