June 21st — Goodbye and good riddance 43! Tomorrow I turn 44 and have not been more transformed by a year since I was 13. Maybe every year is full of changes and we just don’t know it unless we’re going through puberty or something as transformative as cancer. My body is different, my psyche is different and my perspective is different. Yet, somehow my life seems strangely the same. So the new Amy has to figure out how to make it work in the life the old Amy made. I read a report a few years ago that studied the age most people claim as the most unhappy year. I tortured my friends who were turning 44 that year by revealing to them that universally 44 is the most unhappy year across socioeconomic strata, marital status and career choices. No one really knows why most people claim that year as the most unhappy. I guess I’ll kill those statistics because 44 can only be better than 43! Bring it on 44!