On Turning 40

It won't be for another 10 years and 17 days before I turn 40, but I don't really have much to say about turning 30.

For some reason, it's 40 that intrigues me. I have an idea already about 30. I've been saying I'm 30 for a while, and I feel at 29 I've already caught a glimpse of my near future.

And 50+... Well, I'm not sure what to expect exactly, but I suspect that I'll complain a lot. Already, I'm complaining about my back, cold weather, and the integrity of people today. As a general rule, I appreciate solitude and quiet more and more. My joys are simpler joys, which I imagine will only become simpler over time.  And I already look forward to the kids moving out of the house.

40 though has got me stumped.  Will it be just like the 30s, but slower and more settled in?  Will the kids have officially driven me insane?  Will there be a house and a second car?

So anyway, as I approach 30, I'm a little scared of what's to come...  when I turn 40.