I turned 40 over the summer.
It didn’t feel like a particularly huge or ominous milestone. Turning 30 felt much more significant to me; turning 40 felt like just another birthday. Maybe it’s because despite the world being...well, you know, [broadly gestures] the world...for over 18 months and counting, I consider myself extremely fortunate. I have a wife that somehow still puts up with my shit is incredibly kind and supportive, two daughters that I over-post about on social media adore, a challenging but fulfilling day job, and a fun side gig where I get to commiserate with fellow Vikings fans online.