They say age is just a number. Today my number is 40.

People tend to hang a lot if significance on this particular number. It’s considered a milestone, much more than, say, 30.

It’s when the infamous midlife crisis is supposed to hit. I haven’t decided what mine is going to be yet…a sports car isn’t practical with the state most of South Africa’s roads are in and I just don’t have the time or energy for a mistress. I already tried the quitting my job to become a writer schtick in my early thirties, so that’s out. I’ll have to give this some thought and get back to you.

Supposedly it means I’m now indisputably an adult – no longer am I included when people add the young prefix to the word. But I still feel like a dumb kid without a clue and OMG how did anyone approve that guy for a home loan and they let him have a kid what’s this world coming to aren’t there any standards any more!?

Also, I got a children’s book and some lego for my birthday…

It’s not all bad, though… I’m two years away from being the answer to Life, the Universe, and Everything, so that’s something to look forward to…