I was planning to indulge in an existential crisis of massive proportions but it’s hard to do that while running around with a screaming infant in my arms. So the existential crisis will have to be put off. Maybe I’ll do one at 45.
Please congratulate me by sharing the reason that keeps bringing you back to this blog. I will enjoy reading your comments.
And let’s celebrate! I will keep you updated throughout the day on how the festivities are proceeding.
P.S. It was not easy to find a picture for this post. Go to Google images and see for yourself, it’s pathetic. Most pictures are so self-conscious and stilted that it’s simply sad. “Forty is still young! Forty is the new 30! Forty is 18 with 22 years of experience!” My heart goes out to the poor bastards who are so tortured by the knowledge they are turning forty.


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