Sometimes ... midlife? what midlife? If this is what almost a half century is like, then bring it on! It's fun. I remember waaaay back, when I was a kid, looking at the older ladies in the village and wondering what it was like to be so old. I'm guessing that some of them were the same age I am now. Do I look as old now as they did then? Did they feel as young as I do? Did they wonder how they should be feeling, the same as I wonder now? I wish I had asked. I wish they had said. Maybe if more of us spoke about growing older then the mystery would vanish, and it wouldn't be quite such the debilitating threat it's seen as now. Maybe it could be seen as normal (gasp!).
