So, after a month of surprisingly maudlin introspection, I emerge on the other side of 40 no different in any tangible way to when I went into it. It wasn’t, after all, a one-way portal molecule-thin glass that wizens your atoms as you step through like time-lapsed footage of so many ageing apples. And life hasn’t “begun”, it has continued.
I’ve spent some quality time with family and friends. Relived a portion of my of teen years in a way that I found both ironic and open. Discovered some old music, and some new music. Made my novel better. Read some great fiction. Oh, and I’ve taken the e-book plunge.
So, life continues. And long may it do so.