I’m 40 today.
I am 40 years old today.
I vividly remember my mom turning 40, thinking it was SO OLD and that she truly was speeding toward the end of her life.
Thank God I was just a kid and that’s not really how it is - at least not for me.
When I turned 39, it was a goal of mine to make it the most epic year of my life. It was. Here’s why:
October
I left my 11-year job.
I participated in an all-night gong ceremony.
My best friend from grade school flew out to Argentina for my bday and we went on a 16-day road trip where we took llamas for a morning walk, got scared out of our minds driving through the mountains, and sang at the top of our lungs in the desert.
November
I stared up at the ceiling a lot, asking the question, “who do I want to serve now?”
I religiously went to yoga 6x a week and powerlifting 3x.
I took a ferry to Uruguay and spent Thanksgiving there, thankful to be alone.
December
I went to an introductory retreat on soundhealing and played handpan in the forest.
I started to realize that I really truly did not have to figure out the next steps yet and it was okay to just be.
I flew home and surprised my godmother for Christmas.
January
I felt the love as my goddaughter pressed her face to the glass door as I left again for Argentina.
I started to regularly attend salsa dancing classes, totally outside of my comfort zone.
I made my first selfie videos talking about coaching, and started thinking actively about who to help.
February
I stayed up dancing to electronic music until 5am in a club, drinking only water.
I met my only Argentine boyfriend, who showed me how to build a fire in the middle of the mountains.
I went on a solo roadtrip for 10 days to Patagonia, saw pure navy blue water, and got my first speeding ticket.
March
I actively started thinking about my coaching practice regularly, and had an idea come to me during a meditation.
I teared up over the progress of one of my coaching clients, really seeing how much it was making a difference.
I flew to the US and surprised my best friend, my mom, and several others who screamed when they saw me.
April
I attended the most important work event of my old job - this time as a participant.
I created my company name, logo sketches, and hired a developer and designer.
The back pain I had for the past 4 years disappeared.
May
I finished my ICF coaching certification of 343 hours, which is the longest program I know of.
I participated in my second powerlifting tournament, crushing a 60kg squat, 35kg bench press, and 72.5kg deadlift.
I registered Avanti Consulting, Inc as a business in Massachusetts.
June
I moved back to the US after two years mostly in Argentina.
I started waking up at 5am to go to the gym daily, and joined a mentoring program with a coach I’d followed on Instagram for 8 months before reaching out.
I totally halted web design and all things business-related so I could focus on raising my own internal vibe first.
July
I rented waterfront property across from the Boston Logan Airport runway and watched planes come in and out all day long.
I dove into reading, writing, exercising, meditating, journaling, and documenting that process daily.
I passed my ICF certification exam to become an Associate Certified Coach - six months earlier than I thought.
August
I finished my specialization in executive coaching.
I flew to Spain where I danced alone at a wedding then flew straight to Italy where I coached my 18-year-old cousin and spent phone-free time with my Italian family.
I led my first team retreat as a solo business owner instead of as part of my old job.
September
I launched my website, which clocked an average per visit time of 7:49 (so long).
I moved back into my condo that I had been renting to others and started purging stuff from the attic, cutting my wardrobe down by about 50%.
I gave my first keynote on confidence and burnout, with no notes, and with mostly 5-star reviews.
October
I held a plank series for 01:14:12, breaking my 60min PR from when I was 35.
I flew to Medellin, Colombia to meet my coach, get some sound healing massages, and write this post.
I completed one year without a corporate paycheck.
Overall:
I realized my job isn’t my identity and never was.
I love helping people via 1:1 sessions, team retreats, and a new program I am launching to help employees with burnout.
At the time this gets published, I will be celebrating with approximately 62 friends back in Boston, probably thinking about how 40 will be even better than 39.
Just… wow.
This has hands-down been the most transformative year ever, and that’s saying a lot, because now I’m officially old.
I am glad that I realize now that 40 isn’t about speeding toward the end of my life - it’s about intentionally being present for the beginning, starting over with each new day.
So if this is what “old” is, then in that case, all I have to say is, “to many more.”

