As I sit down to pen this op-ed just two days shy of turning the ripe, old age of 40, I can't shake off a cocktail of emotions that's swirling inside me. Yes, dear reader, the day you are reading this column marks my grand entrance into what society lovingly dubs "middle age," a term that sounds more like a medieval era than a phase of life. And let me tell you, it's an odd feeling. There's this unshakable apprehension, a dollop of denial, and, if I'm being honest, a sprinkle of excitement too. So, grab a slice of cake (metaphorically speaking) and let's dive into the roller coaster that is turning 40.
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