I am 40. There I said it! And you know what, being 40 is really not that bad. Honestly. The best thing about age is, it does not say anything about the person. It does not say anything about me. It does not say anything about what I like, do, feel, hate or love. It is, how cliche, only a number.

In all honesty I think I might still be stuck at age 18 somewhere. I listen to radio (www.radio538.nl) that is not for my age group. I watch television that is created with a much younger target (e.g. Entourage, Friday Night Lights or What about Brian, I still watch MTV the City, my Sweet sixteen without shame). So why should I talk my self into a depression just because I have a certain age? I should not, no reason to at all.

But back to my birthday. Ronald told me Wednesday he had a surprise in store for me the next day. So when he was driving home he told me on the phone he was on his third stop to pick up one of my presents. I really had no clue to what he could be collecting where. I had a dinner date with two old friends (we had a great evening) but that meant I had to be patient. After we said goodbye I raced home knowing that presents were waiting.

Ronald had wrapped all the gifts and hidden them around the house. So I went for a searching parting getting directions to whether I was close (hot) to finding them or not (cold). In total I found 5 gifts. I unwrapped them one by one. How well he knows me! Ronald gave me the most amazing gifts ever.

He bought me photo gear (yeah). A battery grip, additional battery, memory card, hand strap and last but not least a Spyder 3 Calibration set in a case. I was really blown away by that gift. With gifts like these being 40 can truely not be so bad!