Simply writing this blog entry is a manifestation of what I’m thinking about right now. As I sat down to contemplate some philosophical, far sighted slant on pop political or corporate interest; I am distracted by the fact that a very interesting phenomenon has occurred in my life.
I’ve turned 40.
I know that I’ve turned forty because as I sat at my computer, watching the very beginnings of the new day wrestle with the lazy star filled skies of night, a notion to turn on some extremely invigorating Kenny Tamplin came to mind. As the coffee maker’s trickling sounds melted into screeching guitar licks surrounded by driving base chords and a drum like a monotonic jack hammer filled the office space, my mind became cluttered, scattered and reckless. I couldn’t formulate the feelings and thoughts I was about to write anymore. My blood pressure became elevated, evident by the restlessness of my hands and the full hot feeling in my ears and neck.
I couldn’t put my finger on what was bothering me. I tried to write once more, only to be distracted and frustrated as the next music track began to throb in my ears. Then it came to me. The music was driving me crazy!
I quickly turned off the music and clicked on a new CD I bought for my lovely family and myself on my birthday. The name of the CD is called “Lakeside Retreat.” It’s a smooth and soft melody filled with the chirping of early evening crickets and peeper frogs. The sounds that bring me back to early springtime sitting on the deck overlooking our pond and wooded back yard.
Stars began to sneak out for a night of frolicking and memories of love and peace filled my heart. My blood pressure began to decrease and feelings of appreciation filled my heart.
I began to remember the philosophical memoirs that ached to be written with edgy conviction for ethical free enterprise. Visions of a successful business that saves precious lives directly and indirectly while providing for my best friend and eternal companion. Visions of our lovely children playing in the warm sunlight and the smell of fresh coffee filled my senses.
Is this what it is to be 40? If so…let it be.