Today I celebrate my 40th birthday. What a round number. And to be honest I feel it. I mean 40 years are a lot, there is a lot to remember a lot that I have done and hopefully still a lot to be done. Is this the middle of the life yet? Chronologically I do not know because maybe I will be one of those uncles that will be visited by annoying mayors who create a PR event for themselves from my 100th birthday or maybe I will be hit by a car tomorrow.
But in many aspects of my life I have a feeling that this is a sort of middle point. According to my parents' standards I am late. My first child is about to arriving (oh yeah our birthdays will be very close):) and I do not really have that consolidated middle class life. So this part of my life is just about to start.
Professionally I definitely feel the middle point. I have been working on the same field for 20 years now. I have done my PhD I have a certain reputation in my profession and I have a sort of feeling like: "If I have a second life I have to start it now".
I am 40 but inside the same boy is living who was 16 long time ago. And when I was 16 I thought 40 years old people are very mature and old. No, they aren't. At least, I am not. Maybe at 60.:)