On Being 40

Dear Self,

This letter is addressed to you, because we’re not sure who else to address it to.

In case you missed it, we hit a big milestone a few weeks ago and we’re now 40. Yes, we.  Bet you didn’t think we’d make it this far, did you? Quit asking who ‘we’ are. Admittedly, there have been times when we didn’t think we’d make it this far, either, but we have and we’re damn proud of where we are, if not what we’ve done – or not done as the case may be. We have the most extra-ordinary friends (we like hyphens so get over the not-usually-hyphenated word) and we have the most beautiful woman in our life. Things on the work front will be addressed as the year unfolds, so don’t give up on us there, yet, either.

However, there is one thing which we must point out. It’s high time we started acting like an adult. We’re 40 now and we must put aside the antics of our youth and be grown-up. (yes, there’s another not-usually-hyphenated word) No more cranking up the volume on the car stereo when a particularly favourite song comes on. And while we’re on the subject of music, is alternative rock really appropriate for people our age??? Something more sedate should be thumping from the speakers – perhaps Simon and Garfunkle? Or a little CCR. Or even Bob Denver.

Also, the wacky sense of humour simply has to go. Grown-ups (shut up) do not have a sense of humour because, as everyone well knows, Life’s a bitch and she ain’t about to let you laugh it off. So, behave yourself, okay?

We leave these changes in your capable hands.




5 thoughts on “On Being 40

  1. Woah, woah, woah…. I only have a few more years to “grow up”? Now I know why people stay 29 forever.

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