Good grief, Maxwell, how old are you?
I'd like to bet I'm probably old enough to be your mum but I don't think I'm going down the slippery slope just yet. True, it takes a little longer than it used to, to get the musculoskeletal equipment up and running to full capacity on a morning. I need that 5 minutes sitting on the edge of the mattress stretching limbs etc. out of the slumber position into something resembling human shape but, hell, once it's twanged into place there's no stopping me. Have I slowed down? Of course I have, 'cause I've learned there's
no need to rush.
There's a lot to be said for Middle Age. When you're taking things just that little bit slower you've got more time to appreciate everything around you (or despair about it, depending on your point of view). It's supposed to bring Wisdom too, though I'll reserve judgement on that about some of the Middle Aged I'm aquainted with.
Anyway, I reached this so called milestone some years ago and I've decided to stay there. Don't worry about living in your mid-life. It's a damned sight preferrable to the alternative.
