Three paragraphs on turning 40

I recently turned 40. It was not anywhere near as traumatic as turning 30 was. Like most 29 year-olds, I was full of myself and thought that entering my 30s would be the end of everything fun and amazing. Turns out that my 30s were pretty dang awesome. I knew myself better. I was more confident. I had a girlfriend who became my wife who gave birth to our son. I consumed much less bourbon. In most ways my 30s were even better than my 20s.

Turning 40 did not fill me with dread. I barely even thought about it because I was so busy trying to potty train my son. Hard to think about yourself when you are chasing a 3 year-old around and cleaning up accidents. Definitely gives you perspective on your place in the universe. So far 40 has been pretty good. I feel pretty much the same as I did when I was 39. I've gone on vacation and gone to sporting events and have developed quite an impressive tan from being outside so much. But there are a few differences.

I love to play golf. Back in my 30s I would have headed to the golf course whenever I had a free two hours to myself. It is my happy place. This year during our yearly family beach vacation I had several opportunities to play golf, mostly in the warm afternoon as my son was napping. I thought about doing so, but the couch was much more enticing. I crushed some epic naps that week. Napping and resting were more interesting to me than golfing. I even enjoyed just laying on the couch with my thoughts. No book or computer or phone. Just a couch. It was very relaxing to turn everything off and just focus on being still. Looking back, it may have been a new development to just enjoy some peace and quiet rather than trying to stimulate myself by hitting a golf ball. In my 40s, napping has replaced golfing as my new hobby. Let's hope that I can enjoy both a lot more as time goes on.