In the rearview mirror of hindsight I wish I would have allowed my loved ones to make a big deal of my 40th birthday. Black decorations, a cane with a horn, and a tombstone cake would have set the stage for humorous acceptance of the inevitable life changes coming my way.
Instead, I adopted the popular idea that by denying and fighting said changes I would age “gracefully”, which to me meant very slowly. I quickly discovered that physiology and culture trump denial and that it is a damn expensive effort to not look 40. My joy diminished as my ass started to fall and Continue reading