As I head (at speed) toward my 43rd year of life and, having read innumerable blogs, articles, and columns titled ‘What I Learnt in My Forties’, ‘Ten Things I Know Now That I’m Forty’, ‘The Wisdom of One’s Forties’ and the like, I thought it was time to make my own list.
Here it is:
- I’m still completely unsure of the world and my place in it.
- My humour is still that of an 11-year old boy.
- I must stop reading about the things I should know, the epiphanies I should’ve had and the wisdom I should be spewing. Because I don’t know them, I haven’t had them, and the wisdom escapes me.
And you know what? I’m okay with that. And maybe that’s what it’s all about.
