At 42, you might be a new parent. At 45, you might be an empty nester. At 48, you might be dating for the first time in two decades. At 49, you might be starting a punk band.
You are standing in your kitchen at 7:45 AM, making coffee. You glance at the reflection in the microwave door. You don't see a fading ingenue. You don't see a "geriatric millennial." You see a woman (or man) who has paid their dues. You have nursed broken hearts, buried dreams that didn't work out, negotiated raises, changed diapers (or decided not to), and learned exactly which shoes you can stand in for four hours. free 40 something mag
You are free. You are 40 something. Go be magnificent. At 42, you might be a new parent
Why "40 something"? Because we reject the tyranny of the specific number. At 49, you might be starting a punk band