The author wrote this for people in their forties, hoping it would offer comfort, empathy, understanding, and courage to those feeling unsettled and lost in the prime of life. I married in my twenties and worked hard raising two children. When I finally looked up, I was standing on the edge of forty. It can feel as if there is no “me” left, only “Mom.” A passage in the book catches my eye every time I reread it (see attached photo). My forties were like that too. Raising two children alone

In the past, forty might have been considered an age when a person entered middle age and could no longer be called young by any measure. But with longer average and expected lifespans, people in their forties have become young, too. In many cases, people at forty are playing an active and important role at home and at work. Unlike before, this is also a turning point when people should think seriously about the time ahead, take greater ownership of their lives, and consider what they need to

When you look at a musical score, the term crescendo, meaning “gradually louder,” often appears. Even if the marking cresc is not on the page, the performer can express the music according to its flow and create the beauty of the melody. I think life is the same. Whether I expand my time in a crescendo or live passively in a decrescendo seems to be my own choice. I have found a book that guides me in preparing for a crescendo life, and I am getting ready for my forties in a new way. The forties

#BookGift #TheTimeOfForty #LeeSoojin #OneAndOneBooks #NewBook #RecommendedReading #DirectionInLife #HowToLiveAsYourself #Beginning #Challenge #SecondChance #Courage. The title itself made me curious. Since I have already passed through my forties, I wondered whether the story might have come too late for me, but I opened the book anyway. We often say, “Age is just a number.” I have experienced that for myself. I could relate to The Time of Forty because my own life has followed a similar

“Let's live as ourselves, not according to our age.” That sentence on the cover made me pick up The Time of Forty. This book touched on worries I had experienced in the past: “Who am I?” “What should I live for?” “How can I start again?” The end of one period and the beginning of another are utterly ordinary, extraordinary, and wonderful. The author calls it a moment of awakening, and that phrase fits perfectly. I had that moment of awakening at 44. I thought the long-awaited freedom would be

As someone else in my forties, I found myself nodding along as I read. The difference is that I’m a homemaker and the author is a working mom. Even so, I deeply related to the questions and journey of finding oneself, and I felt this book could offer comfort and hope. I had devoted each equally available day to my roles as wife, mother, and daughter. This book showed me how to face myself. Thank you.

The Time of Forty teaches the joy of living as yourself. At ten, twenty, thirty, forty, fifty, and so on, the first digit of our age changes every ten years. I used to think that when it changed, my mindset or something else would change dramatically, but that was not the case. Still, when people want to change, it seems they can do so quickly. I have not yet lived through my forties, but I opened this book wondering how people who got there before me felt as they entered that time of life. I

If I had to describe how this book made me feel in one phrase, I would say “honesty and realism.” The author's physical and mental changes, burnout, and concerns as a working mother are stories many people can relate to. The exercise, sleep, reading, and writing routines the author started at forty are things I have also practiced to some extent, but the book made me look over my plans again. The chapter that stood out most to me was Chapter 4, “Notice the Signals of a Tired Life.” It stresses

As we move past forty, I think we become more deeply reflective about who we are and why we exist in the world. Until now, I have lived constantly trying to prove myself, but I was so busy proving myself that I failed to care for myself. I feel only regret for the years I lived without even remembering my age. But even after turning forty, I cannot live entirely for myself, so I need to keep trying to live as myself amid the constant need to prove myself, and I am trying to do that. “No one