I am 40 years old. Holy shit. It’s crazy writing that. Yep, today is my birthday. On the day of this solar eclipse after a weekend in Boston that not only included a successful peace rally, the Red Sox defeating the Yankees and taking a 5 game lead in the AL East and quality time spent with friends and family for birthday celebrations…as of 4:52AM this morning, I turned 40 damn years old. And I think this may be the only T-pisode with a title that is a lie because it hasn’t really been four decades of dominance. The first two and a half decades were definitely not dominated by me but that last decade and a half sure as fuck was. 40 is an iconic age. An iconic number. It basically means that this is the man I am going to be for the rest of my life. I just need some fine tuning and pruning along the way but this is me. This is T. This is T-blawg at 40. The evolution of this site will continue along with me. I woke up today like I do everyday but even more so on my birthdays…focused, determined and energetic as fuck. I’m going into my 40s with a mix of emotions stemming from my family, my career, my writing and my age. All of course I will write about in the upcoming weeks and months. As a 40-year-old man.
Someone recently told me that when a man hits 40 years old he is no longer smart, he is wise. I guess I have a shit ton of wisdom now whether some people choose to accept that about me or not. But I plan to drop that wisdom on all your asses like I always have…on Monday. Right here.
Here’s to being fucking 40.
Until next time. Always take it there.