I turned 40 yesterday. Apart from a few extra grey and white hairs in my beard, I don’t look any different from a year ago. I certainly don’t feel any different. I think I was almost expecting some epiphany of sorts. Nothing has changed though.

I am grateful for having survived over 14,600 days alive. It’s statistically unlikely I’ll manage anywhere near that number for my remaining years. I am going to make sure I’ll make the most out of whatever time is left.