I never thought much about middle age until I did the math. After recently celebrating my 35th birthday it’s hard to deny that if I haven’t eclipsed middle age, I am at the very least rapidly approaching it. And I have to acknowledge, given the way I’ve lived my life until this point, reaching even 70 is no sure thing.
So it seems part of being The Wandering Chicken is dealing with middle age and all that comes with it, whatever that might be. (Starting a blog appears to be an early symptom). If I should stumble into cliche and indulge in the typical crisis, I’m sorry, and hope you at least enjoy reading about it.
