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Lessons on life after crossing 40: As the 'halfway' mark of modern life, 40 is a great age to take stock and start doing the things you really want to do!
Lessons on life after crossing 40: As the ‘halfway’ mark of modern life, 40 is a great age to take stock and start doing the things you really want to do!
As a teenager, I always thought 30 was really ‘old’, something that was going to happen to me in the millennium, which itself felt several light years away. As for 40, I did not even think that far ahead. It was something that would happen if I lived that long.
Well, as it turns out, ‘40’ the magical number came into my life a few years ago. I woke up that fateful day, with one feeling ….a fear. A fear of the known. A fear that had been ingrained in me from reading, watching television and people talking about the dreaded ‘chalishi’ [hitting 40, in Marathi]. It was a fear of an awful malady that would affect me one day in the distant future. But here I was, living out my future, sooner than I thought I would!
I know it sounds really melodramatic, but there is so much hype about this two digit number, 40. I had to find out if all the things I’d had heard about reaching this age were truths or myths. How else was I going to find out? By turning 40 years old, of course!
Anyway, that feels like yesterday. Here I am today, 40 and a bit, telling you my story.
Here are 14 things I discovered about crossing 40.
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