Notes from the right side of the bed

At least that's what I am calling it.  This is my challenge to myself on my 40th birthday.  My white whale.  Please don't call me Ishmael.

This being the 40th anniversary of my birth (thanks again, Mom), I have been doing a little reflecting.  It is natural to think about the past and the future when hitting such a milestone.  Another decade done.  This gets me thinking of change.  Challenges.  Opportunities.  Cupcakes.

At 10, the age of 40 didn't even exist to me.  My neighbor who was in college at the time seemed as old as the majestic oak trees that lined our street.  At 20, I didn't think about making it to 40 because I was sure I wouldn't live that long. Not to mention that I didn't think of much beyond cocktails and chicks.  At 30, 40 still seemed so far away and didn't seem to be much of a concern.  Life was still young.  I was just getting going.  Moving, shaking and making the most out of what I had.  Now, as I turn 40, I just sit for a day and wonder about what will come next as I look back on what is and what was.

In the year that comes, I will be documenting much of what I have seen, what I see and what I want to see in the world.  365 days until I turn 41.  365 days to write in this blog as I sit on the right side of my bed.  If I can do this, there just may be hope for me in the next 40.  Perhaps, the first 40 is necessary to give one focus on the rest.

That's my story as it stands today.  We'll see what it is tomorrow.