“But you’re 40, right? Is there a point at your age?” I examine his face in the light of the beach bonfire. My 20-something conversation partner isn’t trying to be rude; his open expression and kind eyes show genuine curiosity. I’m completely offended. I tuck my jacket tight against the cold winter air, cross my arms over my chest, break eye contact, and stare out to sea. And then I wonder if he’s right. After a tough decade — and a particularly hard year with a divorce — tired is my predomin...