I turn 40 in a few days.
Mostly I’m just fine with 40. It’s a pretty nice spot that I’m sitting in at this age.
I do wish there was more time. I wish things were a bit less wrinkly/droopy/squishy. I thought by now I would have figured out a really good system for keeping the house clean.
But other than that? I accept the challenge of this next decade. Bring it on.
(Celebrated with fine dining and even finer friends. And a singular blurry photo.)