The Big 4-0
Well, today is the day. The day I have come to dread in my life. The day that all of those silly forms I fill out change. I have turned forty. Forty. I am almost surprised I have lived as long as I have to be honest. In high school I continually abused my body. In the military, I drank my meals AND abused my body. Yet, here I am. Alive and kicking. My friends tell me that forty is the new thirty. That the stigma attached to forty is gone and life continues on from this point. Good thing. 100 years ago, the life expectancy for an adult male was 49. Today, it is 80. I guess this means I am actually half way there. This is my midlife. And for my midlife crisis, I present...change. I have quit my job, taken another job in Northern Virginia, and am moving in with my Mother-in-Law until I can get the rest of the family there. But is it change? Honestly, I think I am just trying to regain something I have lost. Back in Virginia, things were different. I still can't nail down exactly what