Starting a new job at age 40 for the first time since I was 30

I started a new job this week. It's the first time I've started a new job in a decade. A DECADE. Think about how much you change from age 0 to age 10, from age 10 to age 20... Well, I started my last job the year I turned 30, and this is the year I turned 40, and here I am.

Are all 10-year intervals created equal? Is 30-to-40 the same distance as the distance between 5 and 15? 60 and 70?

The Secret Message of the Feminist Housewife

With a picture of a hipster in an apron with a kid peering out from behind her back, the latest cover of New York Magazine declares the latest archetype in the media dialogue about having it all: The Feminist Housewife (the actual article is called "The Retro Wife"). "Lost in the argument about 'leaning in,'" the cover tells us, "is the new breed of modern women who are purposefully leaning out.'" But what if they're leaning out not because of the pull of motherhood (or not only because of this), but because, to put a fine point on it, work sucks?

The Joy of Work

Does anyone love their job? I'd like to know. Other than the actors who say, in their awards acceptance speeches, "And I'm just so lucky to get to do what I love, every day..." -- who loves their job? Because I would like to love my work. And I don't. I think maybe I'm just not cut out to work for anyone other than myself. I have a wee bit of an independent streak (underestatement). More than that, I have a driving need for my life to be an authentic expression of myself. So whenever I'm working on something that falls short of that ideal...which is usually... there is this gnawing dissatisfaction inside of me...