**** You Father Time.

There is one elder that I have no respect for whatsoever. He is supposedly grandfatherly, lurched over with the weight of the world, grabbing loose folds of fabric around him to cover his withering parts, scurrying to beat me to the ever present clock. 

**** you old man.*big middle finger*.

This decade represents the juncture where you take stock of all you haven't and have achieved and realize that time is...well, short. And moving fast to be an old wizened grandfather. If you have ever suddenly jerked up, stared into space with stunned realization to shout, 'Is it New Years Eve ALREADY?', then you know of what I speak.

Not saying that you should be out picking the silk interior lining of your coffin or the type of fancy engraved jar you would like your burned remains to be deposited within (nice visual that, heh?)' just that you should be very aware of what remains. Tic.Toc.

The plus is that at this point you have achieved a great number of things on your bucket list, whether it is a great career/business; wonderful family; television worthy friends; or something as simple as reducing your wine intake to just two bottles a week instead of fourteen. Or (wait for it) you are actually using your gym/yoga/ Pilates/ Krav Maga membership everyday. Every. Single. Day. Little steps, big victories. (Makes a great headstone).

The flip side is that there isn't a helluva lot of time to achieve what's left. At least in a manner in which you can truly participate and fully enjoy being in the spirit of right here right now. Not taking into account your pre-aged days, ingesting every drink, drug and what have you and what effect that might have on your longevity. Remember karma? Yeah, that bitch.

I am not trying to scare yo-....oh, bulls**t. Yes I am. If you have been skipping through life willy nilly like most of us most of the time...now is the time to pay attention. To really feast upon sunny days, savor the moments that bring bellyaching laughter and soul aching heartbreak, to stare at your children feeling proud for making life (even if you want to put a hit on them sometimes), to look into your partners eyes loving the choice you both made in taking on this life together forever.

Now is the time to do more. To no longer understand the term 'comfort zone' due to personal lack of effort or balls. Do it do it do it whatever it might be. Get that nipple piercing, get on that surfboard, quit your job and live your passion, get a custom gold plated grille for your front teeth. Hell for all your teeth. Do it. Do it. Do it. 

And watch that elderly gray man tentatively lean on his staff and give you the slow rising withered middle finger right back. 

Xo,

Fabulously Forty(ish)