While talking to my mom on the phone the other day I referred to myself as middle aged which seemed to take her aback. She protested, only relenting when I reminded her that I'm 43 already. Anyways, long story short, I guess the idea of mid-life has been subconsciously milling around in the back of my mind since then. I find it really comforting to think that with a little luck I may only be half way through this journey on earth. I find that so liberating! Don't misunderstand me, I don't have dreams of grandiosity or of greater things to come. I just love the idea of continuing on. And while most people would look upon my existence as feeble and inconsequential (which rightfully it is, to them), from my narcissistic perspective I've done okay. First off I've survived, loved, was happy, parented, and for the most part figured out who I am and what I want. Not too bad of a start.......... (knock on wood!!).
