I turned 40 today. Whatever.
I turned 40 today. Whatever. Thought it would hit different. Like I'd wake up, look in the mirror, and see some middle-aged guy with dead eyes staring back. Midlife crisis mode activated. Nope. Nothing. Weirdly enough I feel more awake than I did at 35. Maybe because I finally stopped pretending everything's fine. I worked assembly lines. Then industrial cleaning — warehouses, factories, that kind of thing. Managed crews, optimized processes, all the unglamorous stuff. Now I'm in logistics. Decent work? Sure. Pays the bills, coworkers aren't assholes. But somewhere along the way I caught myself running on autopilot. Like a phone in low power mode. Technically functioning. Barely. Wake up. Work. Home. Some show on Netflix. Sleep. Repeat. I wasn't miserable. Just... nothing. Empty in a way that's hard to explain. Friends started joking: "Forty! Time to buy a Harley and disappear into the sunset!" Look, I actually like motorcycles. Got my license and ever...