I'm in my thirties! (or am I?)

No matter how much I try to deceive myself, the fact doesn't change that I've officially crossed the landmark of 40 years of existence.

No longer a thirty-something youth, but a 40-plus uncle playing football. Man, the "40 plus" really sounds extremely depressing. Yeah, tell me all you can that age is just a number, there's more ahead of you yada yada; but IT STILL SUCKS. That with every day that passes, I'm leaving my best behind me, bit by bit, day by day. Isn't it? My ailing knees and my greying hair don't lie. 

Oh well, happy birthday to Me and Myself. You're still one darn lucky kid.