Reflections at 40

So in a few days as of writing this, I'll turn 40. As a preface to this, I'd like to point out to everyone that I fully realize my life is really pretty good. No seriously. It's really not a bad life! I have a beautiful daughter who is an absolute blast to watch as she grows and learns. I have a full-time job that pays decent benefits. (A definite good thing in today's economy!) A second child on the way, which I am very excited about. My wife is employed full-time also. (See previous parenthesis) She loves me. I love her dearly. We aren't rich, but we don't quite live hand to mouth either. I spend a LOT of time smiling when I think about Steph and Gwen and the little one to be named. Overall, things are very good. I have no real right to complain about much. So please take the rest of this in the spirit in which it is intended. A guy who's whining about turning 40 and is hoping for some sympathy/commiseration from others.

It seems like 40 is the age that people start looking back on their lives and evaluating it. I look back on my life thus far and can't help noting how very different it turned out from the life I imagined at 21.