I had a rather momentous birthday yesterday: I turned forty years old.
Forty. Years. Old. The big 4-0.
It’s unbelievable. In my head, I’m still just a young thing who could blend in easily at a college class somewhere. In reality, I’m a middle-aged person who would immediately be labelled as a “non-traditional” student if I stepped foot on campus.
Whatever. I maintain I’m not over the hill yet, because at forty I’m at the pinnacle of the hill, at its peak. I’ll be over the hill in 364 days when I turn forty-one.
Basically, like Doc Holiday, I’m in my prime.
So in the grand spirit of turning forty I’d like to share this gem with you: It’s not really about the number of years you’ve lived, it’s about the number of people you’ve loved while you lived.
So go out there and love someone. (This is where you imagine me giving you a friendly punch on the shoulder to encourage you.)
And because forty is a big birthday, I have a second, slightly less philosophical, gem for you: a lip sync competition between Jimmy Fallon and John Krasinski. It’s the best present I received yesterday for my birthday. (Of course Jimmy Fallon did this on his show especially for my birthday, because he looooves me. He just doesn’t know he loves me. All in due time. All in due time.)
I don’t mean to brag about my lip syncing skills, but I think I could take them both.