I’m going to be 40 this month.
I don’t usually think much of birthdays; I enjoy cake, ice cream, and loved ones, but I don’t care if others remember it’s my birthday. I don’t want to make a big deal out of it or be surprised. Low-key is fine with me.
There’s no denying, though, that 40 is a marker. I prefer to think of it as a badge of ascension and pride rather than a scourge of shame, which I think is what prompted this move. Why should 40 be anything but awesome? You’ve figured out who you are. You have zero time for any kind of malice, artifice, or duplicity.
In a painful (SO PAINFUL), hours-long process, this artwork was made a part of me. I think it expresses beauty, accomplishment, talent, and wisdom, and those are things I both strive for and am happy to have.
Gray hair is a mark of distinction, the award for a God-loyal life.