Well, there you have it. I am forty now. It seems to me that 50 is the new 40, though – no talk of over the hill just yet, talk of having arrived instead. I suppose when I hit 50, 60 will be the new 40. Baby boomers. Changing everything.

Keith did a great job – I mean really great – of making sure we celebrated the occasion properly. There were drinks on Tuesday, a surprise dinner on Thursday (Prepared at home for me! Thank you Robin!) and a party on Saturday too. I got nice prezzies – mostly of the liquid kind – but a few other goodies, too.

Standing here and looking back – and forward – I feel like I’m in a pretty reasonable space. Can’t say as I’ve accomplished much in 4 decades, but I haven’t accomplished nothing, either. I tend towards the critical with myself, kicking myself for missed opportunities (why didn’t I say something? I had the chance I’ve been waiting for, right there, right then…) and poor choices (why didn’t I trust my gut?). But on the other hand, I’ve made some great choices and I’ve taken advantage of being in the right place at the right time plenty, too.

I think I’ve been in a holding pattern of sorts, waiting for forty. It’s here now and I feel so much more ready to go forward than I did even last week. It’s good.