4 Things about Turning 40

Around this time last year, I celebrated another birthday—and not just any birthday. This was the big one. The 4-Ohhhhnoooo. I went to bed a sprightly 39-year-old and woke up looking like the guy who can’t sleep in a cold medicine commercial.   I was finally 40—statistically, my life’s halftime. I’ve played enough soccer...

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