Damn, I’m 40! 5 Things No One Prepared Me For
I traded stilettos for sneakers and wine o’clock for bedtime stories… and then I hit 40. Boom. Turns out, this ain’t my mama’s midlife.
Let’s be real—there’s yoga pants, zero apologies, and Spanx is the new sexy.
It turns out there’s wisdom to be gained in the chaos of work, parenting, and figuring out who the heck you are now.
If only I knew then that the phrase “I can’t drink like I used to” would be uttered way before my 40th birthday.
Here’s what I wish someone had told me.
It’s Less About Crisis, More About Course Correction
Remember when you thought hitting 30 was the finish line?
Ha! It turns out that 40 is the real wake-up call.
It’s when those grand plans and youthful ambitions meet reality, with hilarious and sometimes humbling results.
Forget the “midlife crisis” cliché. It’s not about blowups or buying a sports car (tempting though that is).
This is about getting brutally honest about what lights you up—and what just feels like dead weight.
