Most self-help posts open with a pep talk. This isn’t one of those. This is for the man who wakes up a few weeks before his 64th birthday and wonders if it all passed him by. It’s a quiet reckoning—not to fix everything, but to name the ache and figure out what the hell to do with it.

Most self-help posts open with a pep talk. This isn’t one of those. This is for the man who wakes up a few weeks before his 64th birthday and wonders if it all passed him by. It’s a quiet reckoning—not to fix everything, but to name the ache and figure out what the hell to do with it.

Most self-help posts open with a pep talk. This isn’t one of those. This is for the man who wakes up a few weeks before his 64th birthday and wonders if it all passed him by. It’s a quiet reckoning—not to fix everything, but to name the ache and figure out what the hell to do with it.