Tucking into some deep-fried frog on my 42nd birthday. Two years ago, I saw my upcoming birthday as a death sentence. I just knew that all fun and discovery in my life would disappear forever. Glad I got over that. Now I’m thrilled about the prospect each new day brings. Sounds like some cheesy bullshit, I know, but it’s true.

The pre-40 me demanded wild crazy birthday all-nighters surrounded by friends, acquaintances (whoever) and booze. All I wanted last night was a good dinner with Keiko and the kids. I already received my birthday wish, and they were sitting right in front of me.