I made it

Yesterday was my 40th birthday. It was a weird day. C-man wasn't feeling well (I think he has a cold that was exacerbated by allergies), and neither was I (too much Vicodin lately made my insides rebel). So we stayed home. Then, because I'm not very good at this adult thing, I let him go to his baseball game. And then we came home and had some greasy burgers. The end. And that's the story of how I turned 40. I didn't do anything. I didn't laugh or cry or really... anything. It just happened, and now it's over. 40 full turns around the sun.

I thought about making some resolutions or goals. But then I couldn't really come up with anything. Yes, there are laugh lines and extra pudge ripples and a c-section scar and chicken pox marks. But at the end of the day, I've got a family who loves me, a good job, way too many hobbies and interests, a nice network of friends, and a solidly great dog. I've traveled, not as much as I'd like, but more than most. I'm educated, not as many degrees as I'd like, but enough to be thankful for what I've got. And while the arthritis is nonsense, I guess we all have something to deal with.

So on this 40 + 1 day, I'm pretty content. I made it this far and haven't screwed too much up. Let's see what the next 40 bring.