09/24/2026
I turned 55 yesterday.
Which is a little strange, because when I was younger, I thought 40 was old.
Really old.
Then, at 38, I learned to scuba dive.
Since then, diving has taken me places I never expected, introduced me to some remarkable people, given me a second career as an instructor, and become a pretty significant part of who I am.
And now I’m 55, writing this from Fiji, where it’s already tomorrow.
So I wrote something a little different for the Logbook. This isn’t really an article about being 40. It’s about starting something when a little voice in your head is telling you that maybe you waited too long.
Turns out 40 wasn’t old.
It wasn’t even particularly close.
If you’ve ever wondered whether you’re too old to learn to scuba dive, this one’s for you.
https://divewithfrank.com/2026/09/24/learning-to-scuba-dive-after-40/
When I was a kid, 40 seemed old. I did not learn to scuba dive until I was 38. Seventeen years later, I am spending my 55th birthday in Fiji with ten days of diving ahead of me. If you have always wanted to learn, you have not missed your chance.