I believe life begins at conception, others believe it begins when the first breath is taken, some say it begins at forty. I would argue the latter. If one hasn’t done their share of stupid escapades, put up with a nemesis, significant other, and or kids; what did you possibly learn?
For most, forty is an approximate half way point. You aren’t young, you’re not old, but somewhere in between. One hits forty and often finds themselves laughing and crying at the same time. Laughing at the stupid things that by the grace of God you survived, and crying over what you haven’t accomplished or experienced.
At 40 one starts over, or lays a game plan in place for doing so. Life flies by and there is no time to waste. What’s done is done, but what is not must be finished or at least put into motion to be completed. One begins to take inventory of memories, lessons, defeats and victories and sets forth an agenda for the next half of life we would like to live to see.
Life starts over because new goals are set, we decide to let go of the past and start anew. We may find ourselves making rapid and drastic changes as we look back and see how fast the first half went, knowing the second half will likely move faster and with slower bodies to keep up.
Cheers to the other side of 40. May we learn to work smarter, not harder, to live in abundance even on a budget, love deeply and openly, laugh often and give more. Live in the light, focus on your blessing and drink the wine. Life is too short not too.