Musings on turning 40
Today's the day. My 40th revolution around the sun. 14,600 days Earth side. Not old, but not young either. I've decided I'm not one for the fan fare of these things, but forty feels like it needs to be acknowledged and reflected on all the same. Ask anyone close to me how old I am, and they are bound to say eternally 25 because I joke that's when I stopped having birthdays that matter and every year beyond, I have turned 25 since.
(My only glass shattering moments are when