How I started my 40s

One morning a few months ago I woke up to the sound of my alarm in my sun-filled teal blue accent-walled bedroom and turned 40, which according to statistics is the half-way mark. I stayed in bed a few minutes longer than usual going through the years in my mind: the realized dreams, the memorable moments, the painful lessons, the questionable choices, all of which (good, bad or ugly) led to this day. And I had no regrets.

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