Well...I can hardly believe I am 56. Heading into the latter part of mid-life. I don't want to be 18 ever again, and I am thankful for the exhaustion that mid-life brings because it helps me separate the wheat from the chaff. I've got no time (or energy) for suffering fools, kidding myself or working in a job that makes me want to kill myself. I hear that old-age is not for sissies, and I do believe that it true. I am cultivating habits now that will aid in my transition from mid-to elder years: Humor, above all else, non-attachment, gratitude and friendliness. I do NOT want to be a grumpy complaining senior.Mid-life has brought me my THIRD divorce (and last?), mental and physical health issues, an inability to drink alcohol, a renewed sense of purpose and last but not least a grandson.
They are defining middle-age as 45 to 65. If you want to participate, email
Dating in mid-life (I'm a lesbian) is also quite the trick -- everyone has been badly scorched by past relationships and are truly frightened to let down their guard. Gone are the days of "love the one your with." But guess what? Middle age has also brought the peace and freedom to be on my own. After a lifetime of committed relationships, I'm doing just fine on my own. Wa-hoo!