“You’re forty?” I ask, lifting my brows. “My next birthday.” She slides her gaze away. “It’s gonna be a tough one.” “Forty’s not bad. Actually I’m having the time of my life. My career is on fire. I know myself better than I ever have. In my twenties, I was just running. Always in the streets and for what? In my thirties, I started asking big questions and looking for answers. Now I know exactly who I am and what I want. And I can finally afford myself.”
I pray this for me
