Friday 21 April 2017
The Big Four-O
Today is/was my birthday. I am forty. The Big Four-O, as I understand it is called. I used to dread it, in fact I had been dreading for the latter half of my thirties. But somehow, on the day itself, it was actually okay, quite enjoyable. Life starts here, this is another common phrase/cliché about turning forty. I don't know if it is true, but I intend to blog more about it in the days and weeks to come, if I find time (which I have little of). My birthday was quiet for such a big event: no big party, just some pleasant time with our little family unit in this place of the world. But it was all right this way: a big celebration would have just prevented me to truly reflect upon it. Because this is what I mostly did today, in a way: reflect on the number 40.