The other day as I was going through the gate on base, the gate guard noticed my impending birthday and mentioned it.
I was feeling wallow-y and said, "yeah, 40" followed with a sad shrug and an appropriate level of "poor me" as the over all message. I felt like I'd earned it. Isn't that one of the things we are allowed at 40? Self-pity?
He responded cheerfully, "Don't be sad! Lots of people don't make it to 40! It's a gift." In his line of work, in particular, this is probably all too true.
Damnit! Some kind of perspective.
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