The next 40

Right from the moment I turned 40 I knew things were going to be different.

I could feel it.

The energy.

A recalibration.

A reclamation.

Like a reset for the second half of a beautiful life.

A feeling that things would fall away.

That space was being created.

That intentions and priorities were shifting as I moved into the next phase.

If you had told me a year ago what this first year would bring, I’d have laughed, and cried, and told you “no way!”

I could feel the energy, but the reckoning that was to come was beyond imagining.

There’s been the highest of highs.

And the absolute lowest of lows.

Regret, disappointment, struggle, mixed with joy, hope, gratitude.

Tears and laughter, sometimes simultaneously.

Most importantly, honesty, authenticity.

A dose of real.

No perfection, just messy, clumsy, sometimes very slow action towards my truth and what’s important to me.

The next chapter is unfolding.

It looks nothing like I had planned.

It has all the hallmarks of an epic life.

Here’s to me!

Here’s to the next 40!

This piece was written in 2024, just as I turned 40.