When I was on the cusp of 40, the mother of an old friend told me that her 40s were her favorite years. “I had good health as when I was younger,” she said, “but my career had hit its stride and so I finally had the money to enjoy it.”
I’m 46 today, which places me well into the back half of my middle decade, It turns out that my friend’s mom was right. But more than that, my 40s have brought maturity and peace. I wouldn’t trade those for one minute of being twentysomething again. Bring on the graying temples.