On Turning 40

Tomorrow is my 40th birthday.  A whole bunch of us recently got together for dinner at the Pelican Club in Galveston, and someone mentioned I was turning 40 in front of our waiter.  The waiter turned to me and said, "It's your birthday? You're 40?"  I replied, "Well, no, not yet, but I will be in a couple of weeks." Bless that waiter's heart, who then said to me, "Really, you'll be 40??  I thought you were maybe 28."

Had I been single, I would've been all over that man giving him gratitude. What's strange for me is not the hopefully temporary, age-related depression that's begun to set in, but the fact that I don't feel like I've been on the planet for 40 years now.  I still feel like I'm in college in my 20s.  

Some people say, "You couldn't pay me a million bucks to go back to (fill in the year or time of life)."  I could definitely go back to college as long as I got to pick which years; the second half was definitely the best.

Good times, good times.  Happy Birthday to me, forever-in-my-early-20s, at least in my mind, until that goes someday, too.

-s-