I turned 43 this year. I’d read that mid-forties is a difficult time as it’s when the ageing process becomes more noticeable. Ha. Fuck that. This year I’m learning to surf, spent a week living on my own in the van in a forest in Slovenia, and learned to love & trust myself more than I ever have done in the past. Maybe to some these aren’t massive achievements. We’re not the same – all needing different things from life at different times. Middle-age is exactly that, halfway, not ‘ah well it’s too late’ – it’ll be too late when I’m dead. Until then I intend to keep growing, keep learning, keep pushing myself to explore new territories both inside and out.
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