10 days and counting. 10 days until I reach a milestone in my life that I haven’t really thought about until recently. 10 days until I reach the ripe old age of 40.
As a young man, I had big plans for my life, the NBA just wasn’t in the cards, Bill Gates never returned my calls and I never really got around to inventing the better mouse-trap. I can’t say that I have achieved my goals but then again, I can’t really say I ever set any real goals. To this point, I’ve pretty much coasted through life getting by where I could. No more! If there is one thing I’ve learned reading this blog , it’s that you can’t get anywhere if you don’t have a destination in mind.
Now, that’s not to say I have nothing to show for my less-than-stellar efforts. I have the love of a good woman and my soul-mate. I have 3 beautiful children, a good career and a roof over my head. I am proud of my family, but I owe it to them and to myself to do better. I am ready to face my 40’s with class and drive. I am ready to be a better father, a better friend, a better partner and most of all a better person. I know what I want for me and for my family and if my 30’s taught me anything, it’s that if you do nothing, nothing’s gonna happen. I’ve always been a hard worker, but hard work alone isn’t enough to get ahead. You need to know what you want, you need a plan to get it and you need to get off your ass and take it!
I’m a white male, age 18 to 49. Everyone listens to me, no matter how dumb my suggestions are. –Homer Simpson
So in 10 days I will start a new chapter. Gone are the days of hoping and praying. Bring on the days of planning and doing! I’m just thankful that I’ve had my best friend and the creator of Project 40 to show me the way! I hope to share my goals with all of you if for no other reason than to keep me accountable. So stay tuned.
Here is a song I find inspiring as I step into my 40’s….
Hello, welcome to the show, Thought we broke up years ago, What’s up, I just shit my pants, Gambled and I lost.
Good times, just blew out my knee, I’ve fallen and I can’t get up, Oh shit, I think I broke my back, Where’s the wheelchair?
I’m old school, I’m played out
Osteoporosis, glaucoma and neurosis, The vultures circling above our balding heads
Second verse, the same as the first, I forgot the words again, Railer, lost my inhaler, Who’s got a smoke for the Caper?
Hold on let me catch my breath, All right, I feel better now, Take it to the bridge
I’ll never be Ozzy, On stage when I’m fifty, I’m gonna look like Elvis, By the time I’m forty
We’re already bogus, We’re already fading, We’ll never be The Rolling Stones, I’m staying home
Dementia and senility, My failing muscles atrophy, I’ve lost all ability, Falling apart
Blue hair, brown teeth, Failing livers, defeat, Maybe we will try to pull it off, For another year
“Falling Apart” – Lagwagon
Guest post by Pat O’Connor. Check out Pat’s other posts on Project 40: