With so much discussion about turning 30 and so many (too many to link) of you having babies and such, it has drawn in sharp relief the inescapable fact that I am biologically old enough to have given birth to the whole lot of you. OK, well most of you anyway (the exceptions shall remain nameless, of course). In any case, I usually try to avoid acting my age, but the effort has become futile of late. So today I'm coming out: I'm 44 and I think I'm having a midlife crisis. The good thing about this is that if you do the math, having a midlife crisis at 44 means you've still got a long way to keep going, baby. Granted you all have entire decades ahead of you before you have to worry about this, but I still feel it's my duty to prepare you for what lies ahead, Forewarned is forearmed. Or something like that. Here's a short guide to the upsides and the downsides of middle age: Downsides first: Midlife crises are a sexist phenomenon. Cases in point: Harrison Ford...
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I'm honored!
...in the shower. I can be brilliant in the shower. But just like those who sing fabulously in the shower but couldn't carry a tune in a bucket dry, my wit and wisdom loses something in translation once I'm on dry land.
Sad, really.
I think best in my bed late at night, but if I don't write them down, the thoughts evaporate by morning!
Explains a lot, doesn't it?
Best thinking... whenever I don't have a moment to write it down... I spend half my time trying to remember what I was thinking ...
Thinking...who has time to think anymore. It's all by the seat of my pants and last minute inspiration on the fly.
I do my best thinking late at night in bed.
I think my sheer geniusosity usually comes to me while lying in bed as well...the shower is also a great place.
Thanks again for the honorary post.