Walking into a room in my own home, which I have owned for close to 20 years, has become an adventure. I walk in and promptly forget what I went in there for. Looking around, I wonder whether I came into my bedroom for something mundane like socks or, hang on, was it to grab …
‘Good’ is not a word I would use to describe a midlife crisis. There are many other words I could use but these would be too rude to mention on a blog. I may use those words while, for example, speaking to another midlifer while downing a Mojito or something similarly midlifery like but I …
Word of warning. This post is going to be rather downbeat. November does that to me. It didn’t always. Then midlife hit and the rolling of time got to me. November is a particular trigger because it is so close to the end of another year. The sense of getting older is exaggerated by the …
