In my first 40 years
40. I have been dreading this number for years. No real reason why, just the thought of the number makes me wince a bit. When I was young, this was a number that you associated with the people you would consider to be old. This was the age that people started to become “out of touch”. This was the number that you would tether to the phrase “midlife crisis”. This is the age my brother was when he died. With age comes wisdom or at least a perception of some sort of earned knowledge. At this age you should have at least leaned something that you could pass along to the next generation. This is the age you start to […]