It seems like just yesterday I was 40.
Mentally I don’t feel any different than I did 10 years ago, or 33 years ago for that matter. I stayed up all last night drinking some beer my sons bought me and watched South Park.
Physically there were some changes. And some major life events:
I’m a Grandpa now. When I was 40 I didn’t think I would only be 50 when one of my kids had kids.
I took a full retirement from the PD back in 2007. I was one of the last to have gotten into the 25 and out pension plan back in the 80’s. At 40 I didn’t think I would bail right at the 25 year mark, but major changes in departmental structure made things a little too intense. I said “That’s all I can stands, I can’t stands no more!”
I took a part-time patrol gig with another agency just to stay in the game.
A couple of years ago, after all our kids were gone we sold our house and moved into a smaller one that we have owned for many years and were renting out.
My wife and I completed our goal of visiting all 50 states.
I’ve noticed that as my friends age they seem to become more religious. Not me.
I still actually believe in “god” but only as a creator. Contrary to popular belief I am more of a deist than an atheist. Things are a little too precise for them to have happened by accident, so I believe that “something” created us. But that’s as far as I’ll go. Talking snakes, devils, angels, and gods zombie son saving us all is the most ridiculous crock of shit I’ve ever heard of.
I have a lot more nieces and nephews now. My mother is still alive (my Pop died in 1990)
I had a pretty serious health scare in July of 2009. They actually told my wife I might not make it. They were wrong. Don’t count me out until you see them putting the box into the hole. And then only maybe.
So, while being another year removed from my youth and another year closer to my inevitable demise doesn’t aid my comfort, it sure does beat the alternative!
Meet me here for another birthday thread in 10 years.