A friend sent an article with some advice on what it means to enter your 40s, and the part that resonated with me most was, “You don’t have to decide whether God exists.” This made me pause.
Friday marks my 40th birthday, and this milestone year is already shaping up to be an important one. I remember looking forward to turning 30 because I thought I’d be where I am today. 40, then, ain’t looking so bad…
I often reflect on just how much of what I was taught about the world, and my place in it, was all a lie. That I would be married with children by a certain age, working in a steady career, making a good living and doing my duties as a contributing member of a "just" society, was all bullshit.
I recently had a session with a coaching client I had been working with for over the past year. As we wrapped up our appointment, she took a deep breath, and with tears in her eyes and a gentle tone, admitted a very hard truth. It took everything for me not to cry along with her.