155 Days
I will be thirty-nine years old for another 155 days. Then I will be forty. I’ve never worried too much about my age. At least not since lack of it in my youth felt like some sort of deterrent. And I’m not so much worried about forty either, but it sounds different than the other ages so far. Like a shift. Something deep in the ground. Something seismic but subtle on the surface. And 155 is a nice number. Not really round or aesthetically shaped, but far enough in front of the superstar 150 days to give me time to play. You know, on the off-chance that there’s anything I’d like to accomplish before I turn forty. So what could I do in that five months? A list of potentialities coalesces in my fore-brain. To be sure, this is not a midlife crisis yet. Ask me again at 100 days.
Thao says, “Rest and Be Strong / Wash and Be Clean / Start a New Year / Whenever You Need,” and you know I’m a fan of Reset.
Reader Comments (2)
I hear you on this. I'm mainly experiencing the "Whoa...how did time pass so quickly?" sentiment. Also, I remember distinctly my parents' 40th birthdays and what that was like for them, so being on the cusp of 40'ism seems, well, weird. We will have to chat more as that birthday approaches! xo
I don't feel nearly as old as I thought my parents were when they turned 40! :) Hi dad. I suppose that's how they felt as well. 151 today.