The road to forty

They say time is the fire in which we burn.

Dr. Tolian Soran quoting Delmore Schwartz

A funny thing happened on the way to my fortieth birthday, I turned thirty-nine and then shit got real.

Up until turning 39 I wasn’t really worried about the passage of time or getting older, I liked getting older and I maintained that turning forty would present no great significance to me.  And then, of course, I turned 39 in April and am now well and truly on the road to 40 and I’ve started freaking out.  I’m pretty certain I’m going to be a mess.

Forewarned is forearmed and rather than face that road without a plan to mitigate the blubbering mess curled up in the corner of the couch watching Star Trek Generations and contemplating all of the questionable decisions in his life I’ve decided meet it head on. I have friends who have turned forty and survived, in fact, they seem quite content and happy. Some are starting new adventures in their lives, doing new things or changing careers.

So with the success stories of those in their forties to bolster my resolve I have one or two things that I’m doing to prepare.

  1. I want to be in the best shape of my life.
  2. I want to finally settle into an art style.
  3. I want less anger and frustration in my life.
  4. I’d like more simplicity.
  5. I want to go somewhere cool for my birthday that means something to me.

So I’ve set myself these five challenges to aim at before April 30th, 2017 and I’ve already made a start and I’ll write about each of them over the coming weeks.  Some of it is slow work but I’m pretty determined and I don’t want to let myself down.  Thirty-nine was a very bad birthday for me, possibly my worst and it shook me up a lot which isn’t a bad thing at all.

It’s exciting and I’m looking forward to it!

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