Four-Oh

I remember thinking that being 40 must be like being totally ancient. Now, on the eve of my 40th birthday, I find myself amused that to some I’m older than dirt. To others, I’m still a young whippersnapper. More humorously, everyone all over the age spectrum is living true to form and pointing out both viewpoints with predictable positions.  Of course, the reality is that 40 is neither of those. It’s somewhere in between. 

Not surprisingly, that’s exactly how I feel. In between.

Actually, really, can I be honest for a moment? Just between me and you? OK. Here’s the way I really feel right now: crispy around the edges. A bit burnt. Like toast that got stuck in the toaster. To much go go go lately. Here. There. Everywhere. I’m still irrational about the oil spill in the Gulf of Mexico. And don’t get me started on any number of other topics. But, I can see that for what it is. A bit of time off all that’s needed. It’s not rocket science. And it’s certainly not a midlife crisis, at least it’s not my midlife crisis. Spending time with good people slightly lubricated with ethanol-based beverages will mend things right up. And I plan on doing just that for the next few days.

After that, I’m pretty sure I’ll be right back to where I should be: in between. Not stupid and eighteen. Not wise and old. Just somewhere in between. I kind of like it. It’s a good place to be.