Otherwise known as the Late Middle Ages
It was probably very sunny day the day I realized that I was in mid-life no longer.
It was probably a sunny weekend day when I made my way into the living room to find someone to talk to. I know this because I’m most inclined to be chatty when the sun is out and when I’m not alone.
Bruce was on the couch with his legs crossed, iPad in his lap.
I made an announcement to my audience of one.
He listened as I said “I’ve been excited about this project, this blog for a long time now! I want to write a blog for mid-life women!! (lots of excitement) Women MY age face different challenges and changes than younger women.”
I read to him from a draft About page.
He listened attentively. “Are you in your forties?”
I said no.
“Are you in your fifties?”
“You’re not in mid-life any more, honey.”
I was kind of shocked. “Humpf. I guess not.”
60 marks a crossroad. It’s a fork in the road without an alternative that we’d like. It’s a way to sort demographics on the check the boxes forms. It’s the last box in the list.
I’m over 60 now. Maybe you are too or maybe you’re coming up on it soon.