**That moment when you realize you don't feel as much as you need to—**and you come to that slow, creeping awareness that maybe, just maybe, you never will. Still, you hope. And you hope. And every damn day, you hope again. But when does it ever matter? When can you say something—anything—that actually means something? When? You tell yourself it doesn’t matter. You shrug it off like you’re stronger than that. Like you’re above needing approval. And maybe you were once…But now, at 40, you...