The two weeks leading up to a 40th birthday are pretty depressing, but it turns out the actual even hasn’t been any worse than having to pay more expensive health insurance.
Just as I did for my 30th, I spent most of the time leading up to the horrible day going over my to-do list of all the things I’d supposed to have accomplished by the time I got Old, a list I’d started when I was 20. I’m starting to realize that the trick isn’t accomplishing all these things; it’s not worrying so much about the ones that are left undone.
- Become an animator: F
- Grow a beard: C (didn’t really commit until it’d already started to turn white)
- Write a novel: F
- Get married: F (still illegal thanks to intrusive jackasses)
- Own a house: F (highly unlikely in the bay area)
- Learn Japanese: C- (still at a preschooler’s level reading, can’t understand spoken at all)
- Go to Japan: A (I got to go twice!)
- Go to Ireland: A (Dublin’s a fantastic city)
- Work for LucasArts: A
- Make a Sam & Max game: B+ (still too recent not to focus on what I would’ve done differently)
- Release my own game: D (it’s in the works, though!)
- Learn to play banjo: D- (I can play a tortured, basic version of Cripple Creek)
So I’d get an incomplete, which is probably for the best considering either alternative. I could even see myself embracing the whole “Life Begins at 40!” thing. If by “life” you mean “taking lots of fiber supplements.”