I’m 45. At 40 I wondered if I’d ever feel successful. I’d just been fired from a shit job that took advantage of me and once again I was trying to scramble to

I’m 45. At 40 I wondered if I’d ever feel successful. I’d just been fired from a shit job that took advantage of me and once again I was trying to scramble to find meaningful employment. I found it a month later, and now retirement at 50 seems like a remote possibility if save aggressively and live a modest life. Feeling hopeless at 40 sucked more than feeling hopeless at 20. Feeling hopeful at 45 is more amazing than feeling hopeful at 25. So I guess I appreciate the good and the bad more now than I used to.