Next month I will bid farewell to my 30s and celebrate my 40th birthday. I’ve been reflecting on how I feel about this, about the number 40, this arbitrary age that seems to represent so much and inspires such a range of emotional responses. I’ve noticed that some of my friends have dreaded their 40th birthdays, as if the loss of one’s 30s is something to mourn. I see it differently. As a wise person once said, we should “not regret growing older; it’s a privilege denied to many.” Ponder that for a moment. To grow older, to experience more, to learn more, to spend more time with loved ones — is indeed a privilege. More than that, though, if given the choice, I don’t think I’d turn the clock back. I like who I am at just-about-40. This woman knows who she is.

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