Starting over in your mid-thirties feels like showing up to a teenage party that you weren’t invited to but stumbled your way there anyway. It’s awkward and a bit confusing because you still look young enough to kind of belong, but you have an old soul, and the lingo is different. Then something unexpected happens, you start having the time of your life. I’ve started over so many times in life that I almost feel like a pro, except it never feels good to end something that you