It's my fortieth birthday and I wake up all alone in my apartment. My divorce came through last week. My wife walked off with our house and holiday home and half my wealth. It was painful emotionally and financially but I still have my company and other financial assets.
I get up and shower. I catch sight of myself in the mirror as I towel myself off. At six foot I am tanned and compact, my stomach tight and my muscles toned. I work out regularly and it has kept me trim. My hairs dark although it is starting to get flecked with gray around the temples.
After I dress, I eat a light breakfast. So here I am, forty and unattached, wealthy and good looking. The sun is shining and the world is my playground. So what shall I do today? |