December 14, 1971 - the date of birth. It's been a while since I wrote and since I went to a LOT (read: next to none) of effort to have no plans tonight - well, I thought I'd treat you all to a post. Now, don't start feeling too sorry for me - we did have a big party with lots of friends, family and well-wishers last weekend. You may not be surprised to learn that I drank too much - but I've since been delighted to learn that most of the guests claim to have had a great time - despite my behaviour. I'm thankful for awesome (and understanding) family and friends.
Anyway, at some point at the party someone asked me what I had learned over my 40 years, and I'm certain I gave it some inappropriate short response. With a little more time for reflection, and the actual 40 years now upon me - well, I've been able to better form an answer. I wouldn't call any of this stuff earth-shatterin, but - well, it is what it is.
(In no particular order.)
Age is a very high price to pay for maturity.
Going to church doesn't make you a Christian any more than standing in a garage makes you a car.
You're only as old as the woman you feel.
There is not one shred of evidence to support the notion that life is serious.
If you can’t be kind, at least have the decency to be vague.
Lastly, f*ck 'em if they can't take a joke.
As I said, nothing too serious here - actually, likely not much better than my original answer. Oh well, I'm off for a little family time. All the best!
CHEERS!
