In exactly 250 days I will turn 40 years old.

I didn’t expect the idea of 40 to feel different than, say 38 or 39 (and perhaps it won’t when it finally gets here) but right now the idea of a new decade seems substantial in a way the others didn’t. Here’s what I mean: I built my thirties around the idea of wanting more–more recreational time and friends (why couldn’t I aspire to “have it all”?), maybe more babies (upon further consideration that was nixed), more career and money, more and more…

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But now, looking at the final 250 days of this decade, I feel the need to simplify. Declutter. Make room. And what “stuff” (in my opinion) should be the first to go? My fears. Some big, some small, a few are deep and a few are incredibly shallow (a handful are yet-to-be articulated). There are also a bunch that may just need to be “named to be tamed.” In any case, I’m going to take on this task with the help of a handy journal (cover and first ‘assignment’ pictured) I found to keep me on-point, and will periodically update my progress here.