On Life’s Highway, Some Are Speeding From Behind and Some Are Cruising Ahead — This Is What It Looks Like in the Middle

“Roads were made for journeys, not destinations” by Confucius / Canva image

I guess I’ve arrived. I’m taking a very long time to accept it. But I am. Perhaps there’s no better place to announce it than on a public forum like this — so here goes: I am middle-aged!

Nope, I haven’t turned the momentous age of 40 or 50 today. I remember crossing over into my 40s and while there was no pomp and circumstance for that cross-over, I remember “trying” to ease myself into it. (I know, I know — a day older is a day older…just work with me on this past mentality)

At 40, I conveniently placed myself in the late 30’s group — grabbing hold of 39 like it was going to save me from falling into some dark bottomless pit!

And yet here I am today — comfortably sitting at 47 — a few months away from 48. I am physically and definitively aware, I’m a middle-aged woman.

I joke to myself lately, “Wow Nat, look at you sitting with this young group of ladies — and what do you know — you are indeed the oldest!” How did this happen?

I was forever the youngest in “the group”! Throughout my childhood and youth, I always gravitated to those older than I — friends, teachers, colleagues, and neighbors.