Midlife Roundup
I recently turned 48, which means I’m nearly 50, which means I’m nearly dead. Or at least, that’s the direction my brain goes in. Because brains suck. Being 47 was okay. 47 was pretty chill. 47 was mid-forties, and mid-anything is pretty doable. When you’re mid, you’re immersed in it. You’re in the thick of it. You’ve had time to come to terms with the last round number, and the next round number is a long way off. Being mid is where it’s fucking at. Impossible at 48. At the
