I was born in July of 1983, which means I’m now 41 years old. Yes, you heard that right—41. If you had told me at 20 that I’d one day hit this age, I probably would’ve laughed and said, “Yeah, that’s way in the future.” But here I am, living it, and somehow I’ve survived. Barely.
I remember turning 40 last year and, wow, was I not ready for it. In fact, I struggled with it a lot. Like, a lot a lot. The thought of hitting 40 terrified me. I mean, 40 is, like, ancient, right? When I was younger, I pictured 40-year-olds as people who were constantly complaining about their backs, missing out on “the good old days,” and talking about how they “don’t make movies like they used to.”
Turns out, I was right. Except… it’s me doing all of that now.
It wasn’t just the number that freaked me out. It was the physical changes, too. Suddenly, my body started reminding me that my fast metabolism wasn’t a free pass to eat whatever I wanted anymore. I swear, I could just look at a pizza at 25 and not gain a pound. At 40? One slice, and it’s like my body decided to start storing pizza in my love handles for safe keeping. Thanks, metabolism. You’ve betrayed me.
And don’t get me started on hangovers. I used to bounce back from a night of questionable decisions faster than I could say “What happened last night?” Now? One too many beers, and I’m down for the count. It’s like my body is sending me a passive-aggressive memo: “Yeah, remember how you used to be able to party until 3 AM? Well, we’re not doing that anymore. Sleep is the new Saturday night vibe.”
In fact, at 40, the highlight of my Friday night is just… going to bed early. I used to laugh at my parents when they’d talk about how tired they were. Now I’m the one yawning at 7:30 PM, wondering if it’s too early to call it a night.
But you know what? Despite all of that, I’m embracing it. Shortly after I hit the big 4-0, I decided to start this blog. Why? Well, because if I’m going to get older, I might as well document it and hopefully entertain (or at least mildly amuse) some people along the way. My plan is to share bits and pieces of my next 40+ years—because let’s be real, at this point, 40 is just the new 25, right? Or is it 45? Maybe I’m just not paying attention anymore.
A little bit about me: I’ve been happily married to my amazing wife, Michelle, for 16 years (yes, she’s a saint for putting up with me that long). We have two incredible boys: Zachary, 8, who’s already smarter than me in every way imaginable (wink wink), and Nathan, 6, who’s currently in the stage where asking him to do anything is like negotiating with a tiny dictator. And rounding out the family is Penny, my favourite little furball who I also like to call my “favourite shithead” (she’s 9 and has a habit of whining and being the most annoying creature imaginable). But we love her anyway.
I’m also an entrepreneur, running a successful manufacturing company, and I’m also an aspiring futures commodities trader. Because why not add more stress to the mix? But hey, it keeps life interesting.
The main goal of this blog is simple: I want to get my thoughts on paper (or, you know, on a screen) and document this wild ride I call life. I like to refer to it as my “journey” (though “crazy roller coaster” might be more accurate, depending on the day). Either way, I hope you’ll stick around for it. I’ll be writing about everything from family life and business struggles to politics, travel, trading, weight loss (don’t get your hopes up), and just the randomness that makes life so damn interesting.
And hey, a quick heads-up: I’m not a grammar expert. I’m more about getting my thoughts out than making sure every comma is in its place. So, if that bothers you… well, I’m sorry? Sort of.
But seriously, thanks for reading. I hope you’ll enjoy the ride, and maybe even laugh a little along the way. Just remember, 40 isn’t that bad. Unless you have a hangover. Then it’s definitely that bad.