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Life begins at age 40...

Or how about "40 is the new 20's". These are some of the new mantras that we 40'ers proudly chant about. After all, we can't admit that mid-life is dull, boring, uninteresting or full of creepy 'been-there-done-that' kind of feelings all day. Well, we can but we won't.

Nah, I'm just kidding. Age 40 is when true liberation begins. Let's see here. You are not as naive as in 'people taking you for a huge ride' 20's anymore or so much focused on 'things that seem so important but turns out not later on' 30's anymore. Finally, voila.....you're in the magical, mystical, 'figuring out whatever you did so far is completely foolish or utterly wasteful' 40's.

That's not exactly bad news as it obviously looks. There's a silver lining somewhere hidden that I seem to have missed completely. Oh yes, now I know. Got it. All these sudden awakenings should lead you to realise something more important - you are given one more chance to undo things, create that sparkle in your otherwise pathetic life. In other words, rejuvenate those aging brain cells and give a fresh lease to that pruning body of yours. Go kayaking, rafting, surfing (nice try, but not the interNET), dancing, singing. Or how about archery, anyone? The idea is to do something that is totally not you. Shock yourself, for a big change.

Please remember to take in, digest and process all this pep talk when you start those salsa sessions. Learn to ignore the looks you might get by sassy teens or those smirky 30'ers. Be brave, hold your withering head high. One word of caution though. Have the ambulance numbers in hand. Just in case you ever, ever need them.

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