So we’re about a month away from my 40th birthday and, like every other person who’s ever turned 40, I’m left here wondering how the hell it happened. Because it was certainly while I wasn’t looking.
I mean, I just turned 30… Didn’t I?
“No, Greybeard… You didn’t.”
[Taken at my 30th birthday party @ Onion Creek]
I guess it’s as good a time as any to take stock of my life. I’m in good health. I have a beautiful and kindly wife. A thriving daughter. A great job. Nice house. Functioning automobiles. A slowly burgeoning savings account.
Honestly, I’m not in want of anything at all. (Well, almost nothing.)
Perhaps I should instead consider the things I’ve done and, more importantly, left undone. Formulate one of those bucket lists. I hear that’s what people do? They fashion an itemized & actionable manifest, probably in Microsoft Excel, with entries like, climb Mt. Kilimanjaro, see the Aurora Borealis, buy a Porsche, purchase life insurance, golf more…
Perhaps I should just leave my livestock alone (nod to Grosse Pointe Blank), and just keep doing what I’m doing.
Yeah, you know what? F^ck the buckets. Lists are for groceries.
The only things I should be regularly asking myself are:
Is what I’m doing making me happy?
Is it the right thing to do?
If the answer to both is “yes” more often than not, then I’m probably doing just fine.*
*Except for the life insurance part; that probably needs to happen.