This Is My Prime!!
Growing up always felt like we were moving toward a destination. From the time we were young, we attached timelines to our dreams — by 20 this will happen, by 30 that will fall into place. We believed life would “arrive” at some specific milestone. But now, as I turn 40, I realize something different. This isn’t about arriving at a destination. It isn’t about reaching a place. It’s about arriving at myself. Turning 40 feels less like crossing a finish line and more like stepping into clarity — a maturity of understanding who I am, what I stand for, and where I am intentionally choosing to go. They say 40 is a landmark year, and yes, I believe that wholeheartedly. Not because of the number alone, but because of the years behind it — the two decades of experience, mistakes, lessons, risks, reinventions, quiet growth, and resilience that have shaped me. This is not an ending. This is a beginning — the beginning of my most intentional decade yet. The 40s are not heavy, ...