eyes forward

ok, it's time for the snow to start melting. it's march now and i've had enough of winter. i need to get out on my bike(s).

i'm approaching my final year in my 30s, and i was thinking about what it's like turning 40, though i don't know just yet, as i'm not 40. but i'm slowly learning what it will be like. it seems that in our 20s and 30s, we're always looking ahead. by 40, there seems to be this pressure that if you haven't figured your life out by now, it's too late. you stop looking ahead, and start looking back, to decisions you've made. you wonder if you're on the right path, and even if you conclude that you're not, you think it's too late to change your path.

a few days ago, i met a woman who celebrated her 25th birthday this week. i didn't think much about it until my analytical brain calculated that she was born in 1980, the year i started high school.

yeah, i'm getting old, but i suppose i'm not getting older any faster than anyone else.

a few more aches and pains that don't disappear overnight the way they used to. a few more grey hairs that pop up on my chin when i neglect to shave for a day or two. and i'd like to think a perspective that is constantly evolving.

some have said that turning 40 is stressful because it marks the half-way point of one's expected life. i'm expecting to live well past 80 - for some reason, the number 106 comes to mind, don't ask me why...

i've got too much to do here, and i'm just getting started!