Time Flies

I remember feeling smug and rolling my eyes when people older than myself said things like, "I just don't know where the time goes."

I'd like to now go on record as saying I am sorry for that. Mostly because it's Sunday and the last time I checked it was Tuesday or something. I don't consider myself an old person, in fact, I'm not yet forty. Of course, when I was young forty was ancient. I remember sitting in grade ten english calculating how old I'd be in the year 2000 and wondering if I'd ever really get that old. I couldn't imagine it, but I could imagine dying before I'd attained the ripe old age of 33. Sorry Mister Barclay, now you know what I was doing instead of applying myself.

Now that I realize that forty is when life begins,I'm actually looking forward to it. I have just over a year to get ready for the start of my life. I'd like to mark the occasion in some way. I'd like to set a challenge for myself - something more than drinking myself into a stupor; I'm well able to do that. I'm open to suggestions, in fact, I'm highly suggestible so please generate some ideas for me. Quickly, before any more time slips away...