THIS IS 46

As we get older, our tendency is to ignore the passage of time. Some people view it as no longer noteworthy. Others view it as the enemy. I’m not sure how I feel in that regard. My birthdays have never been particularly celebratory, even when I was younger. But I don’t fear getting older. I only fear regret.

It’s funny. The first half of my forties have been filled with more change than the entirety of my thirties and most of my twenties.

I’ve achieved some lifelong dreams and chased others. Met my hero. Faced my fears. Faced and rediscovered my past. Felt betrayal. Lost the woman I love. Traveled. Lived. In some ways these have been the best years of my life. And yet I’ve had some of my lowest moments.

And now? I don’t know. I enter the second half of my forties in a moment of transition. I’ve been a little lost, honestly. But okay. Better than I would expect, honestly. It’s easy to view the march to 50 and beyond as being the end. But as my idol once wrote…

There can always be new beginnings. Even for people like us.