A Pirate Looks @ 40...

So, I'm not 40 (yet!) and I'm not a pirate either (yet!), though the first is inevitable and the latter is something I can always aspire to. With no disrespect to the great Jimmy Buffet, I have always felt born out of my time and always a step too late....or some might say too early, in the scheme of things. Is there such a thing as fate? I'm not sure, but many things seem out of our hands in life, so Jimmy might have been on to something.I also find it ironic that I find great peace in the ocean since I don't swim and you would be hard pressed to get me on a boat of any kind. I look out over the waves, breathe in the salty air and imagine all the great (and not so great) travelers of the past who rode the high seas. Living in the islands somewhere would be so peaceful.

As I enter my last year before 40, I find myself dwelling a lot on life and death. Some days I feel like half of my life is over (half!) and I wonder where time has went? What have I accomplished in these 40 years? What will people remember when I am gone? Other days, I swear I don't feel over 21....at least mentally. (Physically is another story as my body aches and groans at the start of each day!) I know this is something I will struggle with over the next 364 days as I come to terms with turning 40. After all, you can't consider yourself "young" any longer after the big 4-0...