 In the months before I turned 40, I felt little of the angst I’d
heard was supposed to come with entering mid-life. I had a lot to be grateful
for, including the opportunity and ability to do work I enjoy, the countless faces
and kinds of love I’d been shown over the years, and the expectation of more good
things to come. Then, a week before the big day, I remembered how my childhood
self had viewed this decade. In her eyes, forty was for people who were done growing
up, for parents who delivered clear rules to live by and spent the majority of
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