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I have hopes for my 40s. One was that I wouldn't continue to be the youngest person in the room. But as I followed a troop of older women carrying yoga mats into the gym, and then spent time in the weight room with equally older men, those hopes were dashed -- for now. But even if your own gray hair doesn't compete with those around you, time does shift internally, and that shift might mean an unfurling of new parts of your identity.

The fluidity of our younger years -- where we could pivot from one version of ourselves to another with relative ease -- has given way to a more deliberate, reflective evolution. Each stage of life has carved out new facets of who I am, forcing me to reconcile the person I was with the person I am becoming.

In my 20s, there was time to try on different personas like outfits in a dressing room. We were the generation that saw the world through the lens of possibility, buoyed by the belief that we could be anything. Social media was our mirror, reflecting the curated versions of ourselves we projected to the world. The identities we adopted -- whether as professionals, creatives, activists, or perpetual students -- felt fluid, interchangeable even. We were on the cusp of something great, constantly searching for the next big thing that would define us.

But as I moved into my 30s, I began to sense the shift. The identities I had embraced in my 20s started to feel like ill-fitting clothes, too tight or too loose in places. I became a parent, a partner, a homeowner -- roles that required me to ground myself in ways I hadn't anticipated. Suddenly, the world felt less like an open field of possibilities and more like a series of paths, each one leading to a different version of the future. The freedom to pivot, to start over, feels more constrained, not just by time but by the weight of responsibility. The identities I held onto in my 20s began to slip through my fingers, replaced by new ones that demanded attention and care.

Now, in my 40s, the shifting of identities has become more of an internal dialogue. It's less about external validation and more about an inward exploration. Who am I, really, beneath the layers of roles and expectations? The answers are not always clear, but they are more honest. I find myself embracing the contradictions -- like the blend of youthful idealism and seasoned pragmatism.

This phase of life has also brought with it a deeper understanding that identities are not just things we shed or acquire; they are woven into the fabric of our experiences. The person I was at 25 is still here, somewhere, informing the decisions I make now, even as I grow into someone new.

As an older millennial, I've come to appreciate the fluidity of identity as a strength rather than a weakness. It's a reminder that we are always in motion, always evolving. The shifting of identities is not something to fear but to embrace -- a sign that we are living, learning, and becoming. The journey is ongoing, and I'm grateful for the many versions of myself that have brought me to this point and for the ones yet to come.

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Cassie McClure is a writer, millennial, and unapologetic fan of the Oxford comma. She can be contacted at cassie@mcclurepublications.com. To find out more about Cassie McClure and read features by other Creators Syndicate writers and cartoonists, visit the Creators Syndicate website at www.creators.com.

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