Magical 40s

I think there’s some kind of magic about being in your 40s. You finish figuring stuff out. You can say, “Actually, I prefer to pay attention to four things at once. No, I don’t care for dresses with belts. Yes, I have eaten sunflower butter out of the jar with a spoon, but you’re right, it’s a really ugly color.” You have found your own geeks at this point, and you stop caring about how weird other people think they are. You know what’s not OK, and what is OK. You know how to say goodbye, but you also realize how free you are, always, to say hello.