40 was the New Year’s Eve of birthdays. And I’m not a fan of New Year’s Eve. There’s always a lot of random, weird, and misplaced energy flying around. It’s the drunk bat colony of days. Way too much blind expectation.
And that’s how I felt about last year in general. It was fine. But I’m glad it’s behind me.
Here’s to 41st street!
*Photo from TwitC