So no book review today.
Today I turned 40. It’s kind of a large milestone but in so many ways it feels like a total non event. And then I get all introspective and it feels momentous.
Half my life is over and I wanted to take stock.
Childhood: Wanted to be a fighter pilot. er, not a success.
College: Degree in field I really like. Not actually using said degree, but I have one. Let’s call that more or less successful.
Marriage: Damn good husband. Most days. LOL. Definite success.
Family: Had one child. He’s still alive and by all accounts thriving after seven years. miraculous success.
Travel: Moderate. My bucket list is still fairly long but my imagination is quite fertile so I am always adding to it. Let’s call that a success.
Books: Published one that went entirely unnoticed by the world at large. But I published it none the less. So not quite a dismal failure?
Health: I still have all my original parts and they mostly work, so reasonable success?
Friends: Put up with me. Total Success.
Dog: Worships the ground I walk on, unless the neighbor boy is outside, then I’m chopped liver.
Laugh. But really, I’m quite happy.