Today, I am no longer thirty-something.I'm officially forty fricking years old. Hard to believe it. I still feel about 25.
But you know something? I've actually been making my peace with encroaching middle-age in the last few weeks and come to realize...it's really okay. Sure, I need to watch what I eat more than I used to (no more midnight trips to Taco Bell...); and exercising is a must; more than ever.
But when I look at that face in the mirror, I don't see age and my own mortality. I see a lucky man. I have a beautiful wife and soulmate with whom to share my life; and a wonderful little boy who is a joy and a blessing every day. Plus a job I love. So I don't have to feel old, right?
Nope. Not me. I'm in my prime, baby...
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