Middle Age Is Not The End

When I turned 40, I was filled what I would call a sense of liberation.  The things that I thought were worth worrying about every single day didn't seem as important, and it was like a huge weight lifted off me.  I jokingly refer to it as the day my give a fuck broke, but it was one of those moments that I will always remember. Fast forward to 2014, when most of my year was spent worrying about mortality.   To this day, it's with me.  I'm 44 years old, and my parents passed away at the ages of 68 and 72.   It's easy to look at that, and my family history, and get really depressed.  You realize that it's entirely possible that 34 was the year you peaked, and you're heading downhill.

I don't think so.

I feel better at 44 than I ever have.  I've managed to come through so much, that I refuse to believe that I'm on a downward slope.  I still have a lot to do, a lot I believe I can accomplish, and a lot that I want to do simply for the lulz.

I don't think I've made it to middle age yet.  I'm still heading uphill.