At 40 He Told Me I Was Too Old, And I Agreed
<p>I examine his face in the light of the beach bonfire. My 20-something conversation partner isn’t trying to be rude; his open expression and kind eyes show genuine curiosity.</p>
<p>I’m completely offended.</p>
<p>I tuck my jacket tight against the cold winter air, cross my arms over my chest, break eye contact, and stare out to sea.</p>
<p>And then I wonder if he’s right.</p>
<p>After a tough decade — and a particularly hard year with a divorce — tired is my predominant adjective. Tired and lost.</p>
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