Today I am 42. I am thousands of miles from home and far from loved ones. I start the day’s round of work meetings in an hour, and won’t finish for another twelve hours, at which point I will return to an empty hotel room.
But today I am warm, there is sunlight, I am more relaxed about things than I have been in years, all the aches and pains collected over the last several months have melted away, and life is good.
42? Not so bad.
Have a good day, people.