Today is my 45th birthday. It’s funny: fifteen years ago, when I turned 30, it was a hard day. I was working a job I hated, I had no money and I was single (although I had gone on a few dates with the woman I’ve been married to since 2011). It was a hard, existentially challenging birthday.
Forty wasn’t. I celebrated with my wife and two kids. I had a j…
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