So I'm 40 today. Wow...
Not only have I never celebrated my birthday, but my "date-of-birth" (April 20th) has always coincided with that of Adolph Hitler's and, more recently, the 1999 Columbine student massacre. Furthermore my daughter has just informed me that today (4/20) is also Inernational Marijuana Day, apparently to coincide with the term "four twenty," which stands for pot.
Anyway, although age 40 has traditionally been one of the major mile-markers in peoples' lives, I feel great! I'm working out as hard as ever. (Even took up Krav Maga classes recently. Now that's a workout!) I live in Southern California (after living in arctic Michigan all of my life)--and am going to buy my first home in the next couple of months. My business is about to launch into a new growth phase, as I finally begin to concentrate on planning for my retirement. And while I am presently a bit lonely and without any serious romantic prospects, I'm confident that in the next few years I'll find the woman of my dreams.
Oh, and did I mention? I am free of from an authoritarian and legalistic religious organization that dominated my life and mind until just a year and a half ago.
