40 something

A friend of mine started a blog today.   I can't say how I totally felt about that.  I was proud that she was using her gift of writing to convey what I know will be inspiring and uplifting.  Part of me was inspired, as well, to wax nostalgic or philisophical on my own.  Part of me felt disgusted by all of the useless banter that already clutters cyberspace.  What more could I contribute with a personal blog that hasn't already been said.  But as you can tell, my writing demon prevailed and so I have launched into the world of blogging.  Enough said about that.

Much of what I have learned over the past forty years (I am now 44), has been collected in morsels.  The wit and wisdom of a guy my age begins to add up.  Things you overhear.  Mistakes you watch happen right in front of your eyes.  The funniest joke you ever heard (at least at the time.)  All of these begin to shape a very rich life.  I feel lucky at least.  All the stories bounce around and get used in your own conversation.  I find myself now telling a story and then musing, "Have I told this person the same story before?" 

So, even if I repeat myself, I will endeavor with this blog to always be real and re-tell the meanderings of a 40-something-year-old guy.  If you're that guy as well, or if you are the wife, daughter, son, girlfriend or brother to that guy, here is my blog that you may understand him a little better.