On turning 42...

Today I turned 42.  


Why is this a significant milestone?  Maybe it has to do with the answer to Life, The Universe, and Everything.

Whatever it is, I am not really sure, but it appears I am now - more than at most times in my life - in a significant transitional space.  (Sorry if that sounds a bit New Agey, but that’s what it is.)

To say the past couple of years have been difficult would be an understatement.  With various crises on the family front, the friendship front, the faith front, and the work front (not to mention various minor illnesses and operations), it seems now is truly a time of rebirth.  Every compartment in my life - except for my wife and daughter - has seen a significant, stressful, difficult change in the past two years.  I’m not complaining - just stating a fact.

In the overall scheme of things, I have lived and am living a very blessed life.  I’m just finding the transition slow.  They say God doesn’t close one door without opening another, but the hallway is a bitch.  I’m sitting in the hallway.

‘Nuff said about that.  No more wallowing.  As they say, today is the first day of the rest of your life.  

Today was a good day.  

Started the day with a nice cuddle, and after I emerged showered and dressed, I got a big hug from my daughter wishing me happy birthday.

Had a walk up to Chanctonbury Ring with the wife.  Chanctonbury Ring was enshrouded completely in fog.  We could not see more than 30 feet in front of us.  One can almost see the legendary Roman legionnaires if one strained enough.

Then we had lunch at the Black Horse in Findon.

Birthday cake was Mississippi Mud Pie in the evening.  Overall, not bad.  One could do worse, and few could do better.

The view toward Isle of Wight from Chanctonbury Ring