The End of a Chapter

I’m standing on the precipice of a new decade: my forties. Foreboding music plays. No, but seriously, turning 40 as a woman is terrifying. Society and the patriarchy have given us these boxes that we’re supposed to check: marriage, kids, a dog, maybe some chickens. Not to mention the pressures of maintaining your 40-something-year-old body…

 

FOMO no’mo.

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