Four Decades, One Heart, and a Lot of Love

Sara, Fucking 40 The Eternal Girl Meets a New Number

Over the past few days, my phone hasn’t stopped ringing.

Friends checking my pulse, sending hugs, gently asking how I’m feeling.

Because yes on the 30th of the month, I’m changing a digit.

And let’s say it gently: many people call it the 40-year-old crisis.

So first of all  how lucky am I.

What a privilege it is to have friends, sisters, family, preparing me  and themselves  for the unknown.

Sara. Fucking. 40.

I have this thing where I call myself the eternal girl.

And suddenly this number… doesn’t quite fit the definition.

December, too, has always been tricky for me.

A month of summaries.

Of reflection.

Of honest questions:

What has changed?

Where did I arrive?

Did I get to where I thought I would or did I simply survive what I was sure I wouldn’t?

The truth? This year was full of thoughts.

From January 2025 until now my mind worked, my heart explored, my soul asked.

And then December arrived.

And this time… something loosened.

Instead of analyzing, I simply breathed.

I inhaled everything I love.

My three children my private miracle in this world:

Emma, Lev, and Pele.

I savored the partnership I built with the eternal boy I chose to live with.

Fifteen fucking years together.

And today I celebrate four decades in this crazy world.

Yes, it’s scary.

Yes, it’s challenging.

Full of ups and downs, learning curves that never end.

But I am in love with it.

My parents taught me how to love.

And everyone has their own definition of love 

Mine is this:

To love others.

To love learning something new.

And most of all  to love myself.

So as I step into the fourth decade of my life,

I wish myself one simple thing:

To keep loving.

Without fear.

Without apology.

Exactly as I am.

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