'Living death' was my dad's nickname for office work. Now I'm in my 40s — and I can see why.

'Living death' was my dad's nickname for office work. Now I'm in my 40s — and I can see why.

Ariel Sophia Bardi

I was chest-deep in bathwater, listening to the sound of soapy foam popping. I'd timed the moment so that when the clock struck midnight — and I turned 40 — I'd be soaking in a bubble bath on the coast of Algeria. I needed an elegant backdrop as I stared my future in the face.

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