I’m going to go ahead and dash any hopes of this being a big, long, thoughtful post. Sometimes it is nice to sit in silence and reflect on reality. Here’s a taste of reality: I’ll be 40 yrs old (young?) tomorrow. I am not afraid of it, or really excited by it, or dreading it at all. 40 is extremely symbolic and mathematically represents the peak of physical possibility before the next seven year cycle kicks in and starts to squeeze you towards a life unwanted.
I want to take this moment to reflect, and rest, and be ready for the next phase.