I turned 41 this week. It seems really old but also really young, all at the same time. Birthdays used to feel like milestones to rush toward. But lately, I’ve found myself slowing down enough to appreciate what’s already here.

If my twenties were about chasing opportunities and my thirties were about building credibility, my forties feel like a season of alignment. Less about doing it all, and more about doing what actually matters to me, my family, my purpose.