I didn’t glide into 40—I crashed into it.And the first thing I whispered to myself was exactly that:WTFourty… what is this? This wasn’t the version of 40 I imagined.I thought it would feel lighter… softer… more aligned.I thought I’d finally feel like a woman who understood her body, her needs, her boundaries, her peace. Instead, I walked into 40 and met a version of myself I didn’t recognize. My body felt foreign.My emotions lived at the surface.My anger was louder.My anxiety had its own pulse.My health shifted in ways that scared me.My routines—my work, my businesses, the parts of my life I used to manage with ease—felt heavy, unorganized, and…