10 Best Books for Building Confidence in Your 40s
I turned 37 in the apartment with the dry-erase marker stains on the kitchen table, and I remember thinking: three years from 40, and I am not who I thought.
I turned 37 in the apartment with the dry-erase marker stains on the kitchen table, and I remember thinking: three years from 40, and I am not who I thought.
It was my friend Mara's birthday, six years ago, in a bar in the Pearl District that had exposed brick and string lights and approximately nine hundred people.

I have a confession to make, and it's about the morning routine. I used to be the person who set five alarms and hit snooze four times and stumbled into.

There is a version of me that exists in the text messages I have not sent yet. It is the version that wants to say actually, I already have plans that night.

The email came at 11 PM, which should have been my first red flag. My friend Rachel was asking if I could watch her kids the following weekend — again —.