Last week I turned 40, and I’ve been sitting with how to describe what that feels like. I don’t have some polished answer tied up in a bow, but what I do have is a deep sense of excitement for what’s ahead. This new decade feels like a full-body YES. I feel more myself than I ever have, more grounded in what I want, more willing to let go of what doesn’t fit, more open to learning and failing and building something entirely new. Becoming a mother has cracked me wide open in the best and hardest ways, and it’s made me more available to the full experience of life. I think there’s this thing that happens as we get older. Where some people start to close off, to settle, to decide they already know everything. But I want none of that. I want to keep surprising myself. I want to stay open. I want to keep creating things that matter, even if it’s messy or uncertain. ESPECIALLY if it’s messy or uncertain. I’m not interested in performing a perfect life. I’m interested in living a real one. And 40 feels like the start of something realer than ever. Thank you for all of the birthday wishes, they did not go unnoticed or appreciated! 🧡 Love love love you all. Shout out to @diaz_hair 💇‍♀️ for the best birthday look.