I just turned 40 in July. And honestly? I didn’t expect to feel this way about it. I spent most of my 30s running (actually sprinting like a madwoman) toward goals, toward manufactured timelines, and toward a version of “success” that looked more like perfectly curated life with no bumps in it. I prayed hard, worked harder, and white-knuckled my way through seasons that were trying to teach me something I kept refusing to learn. But 40? Awwww BABY 40 hits different! It feels

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