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, as I once imagined. They are in fact liberating.

Every morning, the first thing I do is open my laptop and write. My knack for writing has not faded; if anything, it has deepened. Writing is no longer just an act — it is alignment. Today, when I woke up, I felt something different. Not loud excitement. Not dramatic celebration. But a steady, profound gratitude. The quiet kind. The kind that doesn’t need applause. The kind that settles gently and stays.

Today isn’t just another birthday.
It is a celebration of alignment.

Alignment with who I believe I am.
Alignment with what I truly want.
Alignment with what I will no longer entertain.

There was a time when I lived under pressure — pressure to prove, to perform, to seek validation, to meet expectations that were not always my own. But this decade feels different. It feels like permission. Permission to choose my own version of success. Permission to move away from noise. Permission to stop convincing myself that staying in trivial situations is the “right thing” to do.

Strength no longer needs to be loud.
Confidence no longer needs to be announced.
Boundaries no longer need justification.

It is not about arrogance or indifference — it is about discernment. It is about walking away peacefully from what no longer aligns, without guilt and without explanation.

Things now feel grounded. Intentional. Honest. More me.

Recently, I gave a lecture about writing — about experimenting with different styles until we discover what resonates most authentically with us. And I realised something: life works the same way. We experiment with roles, identities, expectations, ambitions — until one day we discover what feels right. What fits. What flows.

Life, like writing, is a draft that keeps evolving — and now, at 40, I feel like I am finally writing from my true voice. Life is like that too, we're really swimming in the deep end of the ocean of experiences - waiting for something to stir our souls up and get us on the path we desire.

Last night, as I counted down to midnight — 10… 9… 8… 7… 6… 5… 4… 3… 2… 1 — it felt symbolic. Not just counting down to a birthday, but counting into a new phase. A phase where I choose to speak with intention. To act with responsibility. To live with gratitude.

This is not midlife.
This is momentum.

This is the decade where clarity replaces confusion.
Where depth replaces noise.
Where alignment replaces approval.

This is not about age.
This is about ownership.

And today, at 40, I can say with certainty:

This is my prime.