Becoming a member of the 40-40 club is one of the most prestigious benchmarks that any Major League Baseball player could achieve. The number "40" represents the player combining power and speed to accomplish hitting 40 home runs and stealing 40 bases in one season. In short, 40-40 seasons are rare and represent the peak of a MLB player's professional prowess. In the spirit of 40-40 club members, and my quickly approaching 40th birthday this December (yikes!!!), I'm dedicating the remainder of this year to a new series of posts that I've named 40 for 40. Topics will vary, but the thought behind each post is simple. To share 40 essays worth of equal parts wisdom, perspective, pain, questions, joys, triumphs, and wishes for the future.
At 40-ish, I may be at the median point of my life and professional lessons learned and lessons STILL to learn, so I figured what better time than this to share in this way. Besides, there's something about turning 40 that has made me feel my age for the first time...ever. It's unlikely that I'll ever be referred to again as a "young man" after December 4th, 2018. Also, as Mike Gundy famously uttered over a decade ago, at 40, you're undeniably at the age where the expectation is that you'll be, "a man."
Stay tuned, with only six months left until my Dec. 4th, the posts will come in bunches. Let's see what happens next.