Closing Time, Noah. Last Call for My Thirties.

On September 20, 2024, I will turn 40 years old.

Time flies when you’re… a kid? A teenager? An adult? Having fun? Not having fun?

Life just keeps moving, regardless of what we are doing. I always tell people, “The good and bad thing about time is that it will keep moving. It will never stand still.”

When life is good, and you’re living in the moment, you wish to freeze time. Unfortunately, we sometimes are so focused on what will happen in the future, during the aforementioned “moment-in-time,” that we miss out on the present.

We then regret what we missed out on. The “coulda-woulda-shoulda” reflections kick in.

On the reverse, when our present is so dire, that life drags and we just want it to end, time is of great value. It will pass. Time will not stop, and therefore, we want to look forward to the future. We need to, more or less. This too shall pass.

I’ll be 40 years old soon. Time f’ing flies. I have more moments in my life than I can count that have been downright horrendous, and the same goes for great ones, as well.

I feel like I have had my mid-life crisis a few times in life. I have started over with jobs, careers, where I live, what I buy, whom I see or hang out with, and even dated numerous times. I have fallen victim to the annual “new year, new me” mantra probably a dozen times.