At 40, life takes a new direction. I was there, on that ordinary morning, looking in the mirror and thinking: "I'm 40 years old!" It was as if something had suddenly changed, and, at the same time, everything made sense. Before that, I was that woman who tried to juggle everything—work, family, friends, commitments. I thought the number of things I did defined my worth. But at that moment, I realized that life was not about doing but about being.
Sometimes we chase after a perfect image that society imposes on us—the perfect body, the dream career, the impeccable family life. However, at 40, I realized that these pressures were just fantasies. True happiness is not in what others expect from us, but in what we expect from ourselves. At 40, I learned that what matters is living according to what makes us feel good, not what society defines as success.