The year I turned 40, my right knee gave out, I was unhappy at work, and my marriage felt really shaky.
At dinner with my family, to celebrate the big 4–0, I was tired, after a long day of work, I just wanted to go home. When I blew out my birthday candles, my son asked what it was that I wished for. While the curl of smoke from the blown out candles fanned up around us, I became incredibly sad. Not only had I not wished for anything, but the thought didn't even cross my mind. I had been going through the motions of the obligatory birthday dinner, just like I had been going through the motions of my obligatory life.
It suddenly became clear to me that I had not been living life. I had been surviving life.
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