Just Another Decade

I've know that I was going to hit 40 in 2006 for a long time. I think all the way back in the 70's when I tried to figure out how old I was going to be at the millenium. It wasn't called millenium at that time cause noone thought that far ahead. Not even the politicans who wanted to scrap atomic energy by the 90's.

Despite this insightful knowledge - about me hitting 40 that is - I just realized it a few days ago. The past weeks have been challenging. I've been pacing around the house, thinking about life and being melancholic to say the least. Why was I really put on earth? I've strongly doubted that it was to drive our strategic planning and market analysis. It has to be something bigger, not in magnitude but in passion.

Then I remembered - this was exactly what happened a decade ago when I was about to turn 30. I started to doubt, think, contemplate and question things. It started a couple of years before the 30th birthday and continuted until I finally snapped out of the paralytic state and moved to London. The smartest thing I have ever done. In parity with buying those light blue Lindeberg pants for $100 and marrying the missus.

And here I am again. Spending time on doing a post-mortem on the last 10 years when I'm not even close to the finishing line. I should spend my time wiser: planning the 40th bash that noone will forget - or remember.