I’m 40 years old today. I’m not bothered by it. I’ve been kind of looking forward to it, actually. My teens were spent in a state of perpetual and frantic dysfunction, my twenties were spent in a state of oblivion and foolishness, my thirties were spent in a state of metamorphosis and change, much of it painful. I’m hoping that my forties will be when I finally get to start really, truly BEING the person I’ve become.
Some (probably) related posts:
Hmmm. That's odd. Can't seem to find any related posts at this time. How about something random, instead?