Recently I turned 40. That's right, the BIG 4-0. And you know, it made me think about my life more than usual. When I was growing up, I didn't imagine being on a planet for 4 decades. I was too busy trying to not eat glue as much and also trying to get over the fact that girls are in fact NOT icky. But when I turned 20 I thought "That's pretty cool. Made it this far. So must be okay." Ah yes...the whimsy of youth. Thinking I had the world figured out. Little did I know that I still had to turn *gasp* 30.
Then it happened. I turned 30. And I acquired some more knowledge about life then when I turned 20. However, I also learned in my thirties that I actually still had a lot to learn. Oh yes, I was at a point where I said to myself "I know some things yet still have a lot to learn." That was a turning point. Really, it was. It was in my 30's, not my 20's, where I figured out what I wanted to be when I grew up. Also, my 30's consisted of seeing how much I had to do to keep at it. Something I never learned in my 20's. Amazing how life works.
And then on Saturday November 4th, 2017 the day had arrived...I TURNED 40. Holy cannoli I have now been on Earth for 4 decades. I made it. Sweet...or have I? See, I have had a couple days since then to think about that. Have I really made it? I mean, financially I'm not there quite yet since I am still in the early stages of doing comedy gigs for $20 and doing acting work for little to no money. And yeah, still have to get a script sold to a studio who will be willing to write a check and take a chance on my work. Yet...I feel like I have. I mean, I have seen tragedy and triumph. I have been though some very hard times, yet came out alive. I have seen friends get married...and friends sadly pass away in 40 years on Earth. I have met some absolutely incredible people...and also met some incredibly awful ones.
However, I now have this thought in my head that keeps growing and growing with each passing day. I think now "I don't think the best is here yet". What I mean by that is NOW is the time at 40 years old to quit think about "making it out alive for another year" and think about "what neat things are in probably going to come my way still." Crazy, took me 40 years of living on Earth to think like that. But (and there is always a but) one question now remains for me as I start year 40 on Earth.
I'm 40 years old...now what?