It’s my fortieth birthday soon, and I’ve been thinking about it a lot this year.

I started the year not really looking forward to it and berating myself for not being the weight I promised myself I would be by the time I turned forty. I had some fears come up about life passing me by, being on my own and not doing the things I felt I should have done by this age.

Now I’m in a great place of peace about it. I’m looking forward to being forty.

I want this to be a time that I look back on as the decade I was really happy, found inner peace and gave. I want to give to others and to myself. My forties bring a wisdom I didn’t have in my twenties or thirties, yet I know I’ve still got many more decades of wisdom to learn.