I turned 41 this week. I’ve never been so glad to say so long to a year (good-bye 40!). We’ve had more than our fair share of trials and challenges the past few years, and I know many of you can relate. Turning 40 was the icing on a terrible cake that marked the beginning of a physical reality that has been brutal! If 30 is flirty and thriving (probably more so for the ladies?), then 40 for me was portly and (felt-like) dying.