Life Begins At Last

Today is my 40th birthday and I'm feeling good.

When I turned 30 I felt quite depressed. I had a horrible feeling that I had let 3 decades of my life pass by without fulfilling my creative potential. Yes I had a good job and plenty of money and that was nice. But it felt boring and mercenary and...well...not really me.

Fortunately I found stand-up comedy just in time to avert another crisis ten years on. This morning I'm opening my cards and presents in the afterglow of another good gig last night. At last I've found a way to express myself creatively in a way that plays to all my strengths.

And what's more, for the first time in my life, I feel like I'm giving something back to the world that is of true value. I reckon one night in the back room of a pub, making people laugh at their troubles, is worth more than everything I've delivered in 20 years of IT put together.

So this morning I feel great. And, I just heard that someone threw a bucket of green custard in Peter Mandelson's face. This day just gets better and better.

Maybe life does begin at 40 after all.