I was awake for the very moment when I turned 40, 5:40am (Pacific Time). I don’t know what I expected — maybe a shudder like an earthquake, or something. But in reality, turning 40 felt like nothing.
I was going to say that I don’t feel like I’m 40, but I have no idea what 40 is supposed to feel like. 40 is one of those arbitrary ages that people harp about, they’ve made 40 into a milestone. I’m not sure what they think should happen by the time you’re 40; I had my mid-life crisis and my heart attack in my 30s, so perhaps I’m ahead of the curve — at least, in the less desirable aspects of being 40.
That said, as I brushed my teeth this morning and looked at myself in the mirror, I decided on my long-term being-40 strategy: I will embrace being 40 because no one will ever believe that I am 40.
Yup. That’s the ticket. Tell people I’m 40 as a point of pride, and they won’t believe me. They can go on thinking that I’m in my 30s all they want.
Like the Queen, here’s my official birthday portrait, taken this morning. Can I just say, I love PhotoBooth? Fun!
Happy birthday!!!
Happy (belated) Birthday! And welcome to the 40+ club…
But then you’ll have trouble getting in because you don’t look like you’re even past 35 yet!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
You look great. And I swear you don’t look a day over 39!
All kidding aside you do look good and as for the milestones 30,35,40,50,60 whatever, I’ve always found them meaningless. 40 was no different than 38 and 50 was no different than 47. Its just a number that freaks some people out. Not me I could care less.
The secret to life is enjoying the passage of time.
If you do enjoy it then you’re doing it right and you win!
If you don’t enjoy it….Do something else.
Happy Belated Birthday. You should tell those people who don’t believe you’re 40 that you had a heart attack recently. That’ll blow their minds.
Happy birthday, a few days late! I still don’t believe you’re 40 and there’s nothing you can say to change my mind, handsome!