Gee! I passed 40 more than 20 years ago and I can barely remember what that age was like. I DO know that we still had a house full and that Buck and I were working multiple jobs. At "my" 40 I was too busy to contemplate whether or not life was beginning.
I've had many "beginnings" in my lifetime and, like Andy, I'm grateful for each day I'm here. I've nearly died four times and I like this side of the world whole muches. I hope I have nine lives, because I plan on being here for a lot longer.
Now, I've been retired for nearly three years and it's as close to perfect as I could imagine. Every day can be Friday if I want it to be. I haven't worn a watch most of these three years and I don't miss it. I used to wake up at night and glance at the clock to see how much more time I had to get some sleep. Not any more!!!! By golly, if I want to take a nap in the middle of the day...I do.
If I want to stay up until the wee hours watching TV, reading or whatever, there's no consequence and I can sleep until lunchtime to get my rest. Conversely, going to bed early has also been on my agenda.
When the spirit moves us and we want to hop on our Harley and ride where the wind takes us, we can gear up, lock the doors and fly down the road.
As for life beginning at 40, guess everyone has their own definition of what that would be. Mine happened, but not at 40.
Another possibility is that, after Buck's death, my life began again when Glenn became part of it.
There are all sorts of possibilities.