For the past few months I’ve been bouncing back and forth between acceptance and angst over turning 40 next month. I’ve been trying to figure out what it is that’s getting to me. Is it turning 40? Is it getting closer to menopause? Is it facing my own mortality? Exactly what is it that’s getting to me? Well, yesterday I think I figured it out. I was playing around on Instagram and I started typing a little message that read: “In my 20s, I served in the U.S. Army In my 30s, I got two Master’s degrees In my 40s, I…” I need to do something big in my 40s.…