On that note, however, I suppose I should somehow mark the passage of a major milestone, that of turning 40. Notice I wrote "40" and not "forty." Because "40" is much more visceral, really putting it out there as more than just an age, but as a mathematical point of reference and calculation. "Forty"... that's the way a person in denial would write it. And that's it for the overuse of quotation marks in this post, too.
Well, achieving the ripe old age of 40 doesnae feel much different from living as 36, 37, 38 or 39. It actually feels remarkably similar to turning 30, albeit without the looks of pity/sympathy the announcement generally draws. Ironically, or maybe fortunately, I am able to look upon this year as a genuine milestone; I am in a relationship that with any luck will go the distance, one that I am both relishing and terrified of my willingness to risk everything and dive into; and I am starting grad school, an action which signifies my first acknowledgment that I may have some inkling of what I'd like to do when I grow up (which is to be a librarian, apparently).
I hope I make it back to update this blog before my NEXT milestone.
