When I celebrated my 40th birthday two years ago, I was right on time for a midlife crisis.

The kind where the candles are still burning on your cake while your marriage is quietly burning down behind you. The kind where the brand you built from scratch suddenly doesn’t feel like yours anymore. And the kind where, oddly enough, you’re in the best physical shape of your life but emotionally feel like a pile of bricks.

Around that time, someone asked me, “If I handed you a match, how quickly do you think you could blow up your life?”

“Five seconds,” I replied, knowing full well that blowing up my life was exactly what I was about to do.