Reflections on turning 40

Yes, on Saturday I will be 40. It's been a crazy 4 decades, and sometimes I'm kind of sad that I didn't find certain things earlier in my life, like being a librarian or writing, but then I realize that those things happened in their own time, when I was ready for them and not before. I should enjoy them. I've been writing, this September, for 10 years. Ten years. There are things I still want to do, and things I've accomplished. 

Do I have an agent? Not yet, but this last book has gotten me more partial and full requests and more personal feedback than any other. I feel like this is the one. 

Do I have a big contract? Nope, but I've written six (almost 7, as soon as I finish this chapter) books and had five of them published. 7 books in 10 years isn't too shabby. If that big contract is coming, I've worked for it. I've worked really hard.

I have a new job that I love, and family, and all that other stuff people say is the most important. I'm healthy. The world is such a weird place now, I think I'm doing pretty well, better than I did in my 20's.

40 looks pretty good from here.