Forty didn’t arrive quietly.

She came in rearranging everything I thought I had under control.

My time.

My energy.

My tolerance for things I kept calling “fine” when they were really just familiar.

She didn’t ask permission.

She just started showing me what no longer belonged.

Workplaces I stayed in too long.

Conversations that drained more than they gave.

Friendships that required translation instead of truth.

Versions of myself I kept shrinking just to make the room easier for everyone else.

Forty...

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