I’ve been waiting to talk about this publicly for reasons (some of which are me being a giant chicken shit), but
The first couple months of my fortieth year have been a little on the rough side. I was sick in March,
It’s that time of year again. Many of us reflect on the year that is nearly past and start looking forward
Which, if we’re lucky, all of us accomplish. So, I’m turning 40. Not this week or anything. Not even next year.