I digressed into some navel-staring that probably isn't even suited to Pubski. After 2735 days, no one is surprised. I'm in Seattle for now, and grappling with the fact that my chosen avocation serves the wrong side of the inequality divide. Quoth Victor Hugo, "forty is the old age of youth; fifty is the youth of old age." That makes me too old to be young but too young to be old, at least for now.
Age is weird. 30 was cool. 40 was ok-what-have-I-done-so-far??!!, but 50 was hard. 60 was full-on party. 65 was wisdom, maybe 70 will be all-out foolishness. I figure you spend the first half of your life collecting stuff and the second half trying to get rid of it. Where is _refugee_? I told her she could have all my vinyl if she made it out here.
50 was hard
what was it about 50 that was hard? Was it specific to you or do you think most people at 50 experience something similar? I’m 41 and the “what have I done so far,” seems relevant to me.