On the Eve of Middle Age

Middle aged? A strange concept for me. Perhaps working in a college town helps retain a younger, college mentality, but I’ll freely admit the difficulty in grasping my entry into “late-30-somethingness.” I’m not worried about growing older. I’m confounded that I don’t feel older. Forty is right around the corner, and I’m yet to feel like the “grown-up” my parents and their cohorts appeared to be at my age.

Maybe “growing up” is a myth.

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