A Slacker Looks At 40

I don’t know what to say about this…I’m 40 and while I feel like that is a reason for lament, I really don’t feel bad about it. I know it is cliché to say, but I am truly happier now than I have ever been before.

I don’t feel old. I don’t think I look old. I do however have the ever elusive “the future” on my mind now. It seems that it is time to start preparing for the rest of my life.

Guess I better get on that.


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