I’m 40.5 now. I would say that I’m “40 and a half years old” if I were 10, but I’m not. So, it’s 40.5.
Half of my year at 40 is gone. Once it’s gone, of course, 40 will be gone forever. An old friend told me recently that there is something magical about 40. I get it. It’s a milestone, sure, but, like I shared with someone today, I look at 40 and think to myself, “Man, I’ve got such a long way to go.” Granted, other cosmic plans notwithstanding.
At 40.5, there is no other direction to head but forward.
Illuminate Possibilities 