Turning 40 isn't as exciting as most people think.
There are no fireworks or surprise parties, and I definitely didn't get hitched overnight. Been there, got the divorce papers to prove it. Nope, none of that.
Rather than 40 being the new 20 and all that, I inherited a new power from my mysterious birth mother. But now she's dead and I, despite the fact that I have exactly zero training, I'm the next time-traveling assassin.
Don't get excited. The job sounds glamorous, but it comes with a huge learning curve and plenty of mishaps. Then there's having to actually assassinate people. That part sucks.
It could be worse. I could still be working retail.