Yesterday I turned 40. I remember being a kid and thinking 40 is old and yet here I am and to be honest, I don’t feel very old. Sure, I have quite a few gray hairs, a bigger gut, tons of responsibility; my muscles don’t heal quite as quickly as they used to, but deep down inside… I’m still a kid. I still get excited when I get a new toy (although my toys now cost more money and usually require insurance), I still like to dress up at Halloween, still love dueling it out with a light saber, and I still wonder what I am going to be when I grow up.
Wait a minute, I’m 40.. Isn’t that grown-up?
Then I look back and stand in awe of giants that came before me. People like Thomas Jefferson, who before the age of 40 had already been the governor…
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