In two days, I will turn 40. I sit in Mendoza, Argentina and wonder if this was how my life was supposed to turn out, or did I so strongly will for something different that I landed myself on a path moving so rapidly and intensely that I can’t get off. I can’t even remember what I thought my future looked like a year ago, or two years ago. I suppose if I’ve learned nothing else in my 40 years, it’s that it never turns out the way we think it will. But man, this is a great life!