Starting Over at 40 (Again)
- sarahbkuhn

- Mar 28
- 1 min read

There’s a specific kind of silence that comes with turning 40.
Not the peaceful kind. Not the kind you curate with candles and a morning routine. The kind where everything gets very, very still… and you realize the life you built doesn’t quite fit anymore.
I thought I would feel settled by now. I thought there would be a there there — a sense of arrival, of certainty, of “this is who I am and this is where I’m going.” Instead, I feel like I’m standing in the middle of my own life, holding pieces that used to make sense, wondering why they suddenly feel so heavy.
The Millennial Midlife Crisis (That No One Talks About)
We weren’t supposed to struggle like this. We did everything “right.” We went to school. We built careers. We became independent, capable, self-sufficient. And yet…
We’re tired.
Not just physically. Existentially. Because somewhere along the way, we realized:
Stability doesn’t equal fulfillment
Success doesn’t guarantee happiness
Independence can quietly turn into isolation
And for a lot of us, especially women, especially INFJs… We wake up one day and think: “How did I get here… and why doesn’t this feel like mine?”




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