Katy Perry’s “Birthday” song played over my work speakers as the text came through from two-thousand miles away; inquiring about my impending day of birth. As we go deeper into our fourth decade I ask the bff what this year means? She is almost six months older than I (LOL) and I seek her infinite wisdom.
Her answer. Our age means still trying to figure it out. Figure what out?! She replies back that maybe when we enter our fifth decade that we’ll know a little more.
Is there more? It’s that word, again…more.