Last night, I was putting my daughter, Madeleine, to bed. She will turn seven on Saturday. “I can’t believe you’re almost seven!” I said to her as I turned out the light. “And I can’t believe you’re almost forty!” she said right back in response.
Neither can I, actually. And that’s what this blog is about.
I will be 40 on March 19, 2008. The average American man lives to be about 80. That means the first half of my life is just about over. As Ed Koch used to say, “How’m I doin’?”
By all traditional measures, I’m doing great. I’ve been married for almost 10 years to a terrific woman, Alexandra. I have two great kids — the near-seven Madeleine and a 21-month-old boy named Christian. I work for one of the world’s largest, most-respected companies. I live in Westfield, NJ, one of the nicest towns in America. I went to Yale. I have a great group of friends. I make a lot of money. I’m devastatingly handsome.
OK, that last one is bullshit, but, all in all, it’s been a pretty good run.
How did I get here? What have I learned? Who has influenced me and who, perhaps, have I influenced? What have I accomplished? And what is left to be done?
39 and rising, baby. Buckle up.
