bitful

This morning at 7.30 I was exactly forty and a half years old.

Which means that that moment on I am closer to being forty-one than I'll ever be to forty again.

Strangely, the thought does not worry me at all. I seem to focus all my worry on how on earth I am going to cope with turning fifty in - oh crap - just under nine and a half years' time!

The very same thing happened when I turned thirty: I could not possibly imagine myself at forty, and frankly dreaded it. Instead here I am, not doing too bad after all.

So what do I know huh?

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